Blake sank against the doorframe of the bathroom, her soft sigh rippling through her lips. Her amber eyes gleamed passionately as she gazed sadly at the bunk beds that once held her teammates.
She was alone.
How long had it been since she was with one of her teammates? It had been a month since Yang was murdered by Cinder, and two since Weiss was attacked by a giant Nevermore, brutally tortured for hours before the Grimm had finally killed her. Ruby had gone first, about seven months ago, shielding her older sister when Torchwick had slipped from shadows and held Yang at gunpoint. Blake had been too late; there was nothing she could do except for carry Ruby's lifeless body back to Beacon.
There had been so much blood.
Scarlet lifeblood, coursing like gory rivers from the wound in Ruby's head, had traumatized Blake. She had nightmares every night after that. Yang would hold her and they would grieve together, but now, her partner was dead, and she could feel their spirits surrounding her.
Yang had been kidnapped and murdered by Cinder after Torchwick had failed to get the job done the first time and killed Ruby instead. When Blake had received the news, she had fainted, and couldn't bring herself to gaze on the blonde's lifeless face.
Weiss was venturing into Forever Fall, and a Nevermore had swooped down to take her back to its cave, torturing and toying with the heiress until the monster had put her out of the misery. Blake had had a mental breakdown; she had spent an hour laughing out of hysteria.
Every night, she would lie in her bed, her bloodshot eyes begging to close for sleep, and she tried to keep tears from leaking out of the liquid amber pools. But if she closed her eyes, then they would appear.
Her deceased teammates would dance before her eyes, begging her to join them in paradise, and she longed to go. Blake had even thought of ways to make it seem like she had died in combat. But she didn't want to be a coward.
Blake turned her back to the doorjambs and slid down against the frame.
"I miss you guys." She murmured into thin air, her head buried into her hands.
She closed her eyes and opened them.
Ruby, Weiss, and Yang were standing in front of her, shimmering with kinetic energy, and Blake let out a sob.
"Blake..." Ruby whispered, her voice foggy. The young Huntress reached out to touch Blake's hand. A cold breeze caressed Blake's fist.
"No." Blake sobbed, her voice mangled by her tears.
"No, you're not real." She wept ferociously, the tears running down her cheeks in glassy torrents.
"We miss you." Yang said breathily, her gauzy figure swaying in the air.
"No, I'm going crazy. I'm going mad. I don't want to be crazy. No, make it stop, Make it stop!" Blake shrieked, standing up and hyperventilating. Her chest heaved and her eyes glazed over.
"No!" She yelled, and struck her hand through the ghosts of her three teammates.
Blake fell to her knees and rolled onto her back.
"I can't do this anymore." She sobbed, the ache in her body rolling in waves. "I can't. I miss you guys too much." Her eyes shut to squeeze out the last tears, and she opened her mouth to let out a strangled cry.
Blake stood shakily, and grabbed Gambol Shroud. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand roughly, and swung her cleaver into the air, bringing it down on Yang's bunk. It snapped in half and collapsed onto her bed.
The Faunus girl heaved her weapon on Weiss's bedpost, splitting it down the half, and Ruby's empty bed fell with a crack.
The raven-haired girl changed Gambol Shroud to its gun form, and aimed sloppily at the poster that Yang had put up. With a bang, a bullet was pierced through the paper, and Blake turned a full revolution, shooting at anything that came into her eyesight. Tears were coming now, and as much as she wanted to repress them, she couldn't.
She would have kept shooting, but a meek knock on the door stopped her. Blake stormed over and flung it open, sheathing Gambol Shroud.
"What is it?" She demanded, tearing eyes met by grieving eyes of turquoise.
Nora Valkyrie stood at the door, her fist lifted to knock again.
The Huntress was dressed in all black, her usual outfit abandoned for a modest black dress and watery eyes.
"H-hi." Nora stammered. "A-are you alright?"
Blake bit her lip and nodded vigorously.
"I'm fine." Blake said softly.
Nora peered behind Blake nervously.
"It doesn't seem like it, Blake."
"I'm fine. Okay? Just leave me alone." Blake snapped, shutting the door and locking it behind her. Nora's footsteps disappeared from the other side of the door, and Blake turned on her heel.
Blake walked two steps, and fell to her feet, eyes rolling back into her head.
In the morning, Blake woke to tears coating her cheeks and a destroyed bedroom. But she also woke with a mission. She stood, and shivered. The floor was icy, and she had fallen asleep huddled against her weapon and strewn clothes.
She ventured into the closet, and rummaged for a while. Blake emerged, her hands full with items. She dumped them onto the floor, and slowly dragged her fingers across the items she had retrieved. Ruby's cloak, Weiss's tiara, and Yang's gauntlets were strewn before her, and she pulled on her team leader's red cape, rubbing her fingertips against the soft fabric.
It had been too long since someone had worn it, and Blake nuzzled into it, remembering Ruby's silver eyes, the rose petals that fluttered around her whenever she got excited, and the way she swung her formidable scythe.
Blake picked up Weiss's tiara, and embedded it into her raven locks, reminiscing on the heiress who Blake had butted heads with for a while, and her soft, lovely nature.
Then, she reached Yang's bangles, which transformed to gauntlets. She slipped them on, and smiled as she remembered Yang's sunny smile and zealous attitude.
Blake stood, and opened the door to leave her room. This would be the last time she would see it.
The Faunus girl stalked down the hallway, and materialized out into the open. She walked out to the cliff that bordered Beacon, and knelt at the spot where Ruby had set off her explosion with Weiss.
She smiled, and walked her last steps.
Blake walked to the edge of the jutting rock, gazing down at the forty-foot drop, and outstretched her arms.
Blake grinned, and smiled for the last time.
Ruby, Weiss, and Yang materialized before her, and they were weeping, half out of joy and half out of happiness.
"I'll see you guys soon." Blake whispered.
She flung herself over the edge, and hurtled down.
Then, there was nothing.