It was pitch black as Dark Alabama limped up to her front door before stumbling over to her right, falling on her already broken arm. She looked as if she had gotten into a major fight and had lost, she had scratches all over her face, she looked extremely pale, and she was growing weaker by the second. She groaned as she clawed at the door trying to find the door knob to help herself stand up once more.
"F-Fuck," she muttered before grabbing a hold of the door knob with her left hand. She then tried to make her legs cooperate so she could stand up. Her feet slipped a few times before she accomplished this task. Alabama had realized she needed to unlock the door with a key, which at her state was almost impossible. She knocked on the door, barely making any sound with each knock, and whimpered. "M-Mississippi…..H-Help me..." She had pressed herself against the door so she wouldn't fall, yet she felt herself slide down slowly before hitting the ground. She scratched at the door hoping to get some attention, which in return the door opened. Dark Mississippi looked down at Alabama, she looked pitiful. She sat there in agony before trying to stand up again. Mississippi then watched as she stood up, shaking, and managed to walk through the door before collapsing to her knees. Her face hit the hard wood floor; she laid there for a moment before rolling herself over. She stared at Mississippi who was in turn staring at her in his state of confusion.
"A-Alabama…?" he had choked out staring at her jumbled mess of a body.
"D-Damn it," Alabama muttered as she cringed in pain. "T-That b-bitch… S-She's k-killing m-me…"
"W-Who?" Mississippi could only reply. Dark Alabama began coughing; she wheezed and was taking deep breaths.
"A-Alabama… S-She's k-killing m-me…" was her response. Mississippi stared at her, she's dying? How could that happen to someone like her? Alabama coughed some more, this time she began coughing up blood. She was leaning over a stool nearby and spitting the blood into a trash can. Mississippi stared in disbelief.
"H-How could this happen?" Mississippi asked still staring at her. Dark Alabama wiped her mouth before stumbling over towards him.
"S-She's letting her feelings go…and it's killing my soul…." She said now holding onto Mississippi for support. Mississippi stared into her now colorless eyes, he didn't know whether he should be upset or not. She always abused him, but she did it because she loved him, correct? "M-Mississippi…"
"Yes?" he replied looking down at her.
"I-I'm sorry…" she seemed wearier as her voice had gotten softer. "I… I shouldn't have treated you like I did… You're a person with feelings like me…and now that I'm dying… Maybe you'll be better off without me…" Her voice had gotten to a whisper. She was no longer holding onto Mississippi. She had lost her ability to hold her grip; she collapsed on the floor near his feet. Tears were flowing down her face and she could no longer talk, she was dying at an incredible rate. Mississippi closed his eyes and picked her up and set her on the couch. Her eyes were glazed, she was almost lifeless. Mississippi kissed her forehead and frowned before saying one last thing.
"No matter how many times you whipped me, I never loved you any less." Mississippi felt tears run down his face, which then landed on Alabama's pale white cheeks.
Dark Alabama woke up staring at Dark Mississippi, who was peacefully sleeping beside her. She sprung up from her bed and grabbed her whip. "I'll show her, trying to kill me off. I see how it is. I think she needs a little reminder of how she feels on the inside." Alabama then marched out the door to and went to her lighter counterpart's house. "Bitch," she muttered as she slammed the door behind her.
