[A/N] So… I'm participating in Whumptober. But I'm only doing the second day 'Bloody Hands'. I have school soon, and I am already stressed under all of the work I have to do. So… hahahahahahahah ENJOY


All Pidge could see was white.

But it felt like she was moving forward. Like she was being dragged along for horrible, white rude.

But finally, she stopped, and Matt stood there before her.

He looked just the way he had looked before leaving for Kerberos. Orange uniform and all.

"Matt!" She screamed, running towards him, hugging him while tears spilt from relief.

"How could you do that, Katie?" Matt asked. He didn't embrace her. He stood there. Like a robot. And normally, robots were cool. But not now.

"What do you mean?" She asked, trying to laugh it off.

"Haxus had a family. And friends," Matt said, unmoving.

His knees suddenly buckled, and Katie held him, trying to lie him down.

But then it wasn't Matt. It was Him.

Black blood was spilling from... everywhere.

"Beatrix..." Haxus whispered, struggling to get the name out.

"No," she whispered to herself, tears obscuring her vision.

"I lo..." He trailed off, falling limp in his arms.

...

She screamed, bolting up from her bed. She clutched her chest. It was just a dream.

She ran her hand through her hair and sighed.

She looked down, and her heart caught in their throat.

There was black blood everywhere. On her hands, her pyjamas, oh god! It was probably in her hair too.

She ran to the bathroom, clutching her hands so the blood wouldn't drip onto the floors.

She quickly turned on the tap and tried to get rid of the blood, ignoring how the water splashed up onto her body due to the high pressure.

When the blood remained on her hands, she applied soap.

It was still there. The soap and the tap now had black marks too.

She scrubbed until her hands felt raw, and then some.

There was just so much blood.

She suddenly wondered if this was how Lady Macbeth felt.

She always thought that she was a bit daft when she was freaking out about the blood. It had probably washed off, you're fine. Go to sleep.

But it was everywhere. It was like the black was surrounding her. Suffocating her.

Matt's voice from the dream joined her thoughts.

"Haxus had a family. And friends. You ripped him away from that. What have you done,"

"You're not real!" She screamed, clutching her head and falling to the floor.

Matt increased in volume, "you're a monster! You've killed someone,"

"You're not real, stop it!"

"You have blood on your hands!"

"STOP IT!" the voice suddenly stopped. And it was silent. And clean.

The only sound was the tap running, groaning from being put on such a high pressure, and her own hacked breathing.


[A/N] I think I have a thing for psychological damage.