It was cold and it was raining. They had been so close, so what the hell happened? Childhood Friends, Full Grown Enemies. She remembered her friend being on some form of medication. As a child, she never understood what it was for. It wasn't until she grew older that she began to line the pieces up. Her friend, when not on her meds, would laugh manically and say things that were unusual..
"There's blood on my hands..."
Chilling words they were. Ada had to wonder just what her friend meant. Carla was her name. And Carla, as strange as some saw her, was quite pleasant.
As days passed, the two grew further and further apart. They grew to hate each other. Despise the other's very existence later in life. Both were employed, by entirely different companies. On various accounts the two had run ins, accompanied with intense attempts to kill their opposite.
"Your heart is still beating, Ada."
"It must be so much more than you can stand..."
Ada knew all too well how much of a danger Carla could truly pose. A soft scoff from Ada, her most recent enemy was attempting to justify all the killings. The only way for Carla to eternally be finished with her old friend was to leave a trail of bodies before reaching her prime target. She couldn't stand Ada being alive. The fact that she was even breathing was enough to infuriate her. The gentle inhale and exhale. Ada was breathing the very same air she was. And that bitch wasn't worthy to even stand on the same ground.
She'd rid the world of this Ada. She'd be the only Ada, the new queen. Staring at her unworthy twin, Carla pulled a knife from the sheath on her thigh. Creeping closer, her lips curled into a wickedly twisted, sinister grin. Then...
Darkness.
Everything was black. Until her eyes opened. The room was all white, like an untouched hospital room. The thin figurine sat up in bed, tired honey colored orbs, outlined by dark circles, gazing around the room. This was why she fought sleep so harshly.
Then, the sound of the door opening, a soft voice speaking. "Miss Radames, you have visitor~."
Eyes narrowed, her head whipped around. "My name's not Carla..." Her voice much more quiet than it had ever been, and slightly hoarse.
A petite figurine came waltzing in... Wearing blue. God Dammit. Sienna hues narrowed further, a quiet scoff slipping away. "What do you want Carla..."
Lips curled into an amused grin, how fun it was to see her fantastically worn out enemy in such a state. "Now, now. That's not my name. I'm Ada, remember?"
"You are not me. You will never be me."
A pause.
"I can see blood on your hands. You're a killer."
She'd been kept under such heavy sedation it was hard to sound genuine about anything.
"Breathing is a luxury you don't deserve. I honestly don't know why they keep you alive. You're as broken as a Porcelain Doll. Cracked without a clue."
"You're a bitch Carla.."
"I hope for a painful death to come to you. More so that I'm the one with the pleasure of bringing it to you."