Just a quick, and very dark, drabble-shot I did while plotting for Pieces of Me.

RATED M FOR GORE


I stumbled around blindly through the debris. My head was spinning and throbbing until it grew to the point where my thoughts were too jumbled to understand. I moaned softly as a dizzy spell washed over me, and I collapsed against the bricks of a nearby wall. My hands haphazardly slapped against the stone in an attempt to find some sort of hold to keep myself upright. Why was I feeling so... wrong?

There were several people behind me. Who were they…? They were crying and shouting and the mere noise burrowed deep into my brain. I groaned loudly and sank down to the ground. It was then I noticed, through the yelling, the pitter of rain against solid ground. I ran my hands through my hair. It was damp. My shirt clung to me and my pants felt heavier than normal. I shivered as a chill rippled up my spine, and huddled myself together.

Memories reeled through my head. There was a fight with a ghost, I could recall that. It was fairly simple and I was having an easy time with it until Sam- oh no, Sam.

They were screaming her name in absolute horror. My stomach twisted as even more memories soon flooded through my conscience. The fight… Sam… Everything grew blurry when she showed up. She did something… she was hurt. Oh, god, she was injured… I was so angry I couldn't see straight…

Nausea bubbled up inside my stomach, but I swallowed it back down and bit hard on my lower lip. I had to put the pieces together.

After a moment my vision became clearer, or as much as it could in nighttime. There were the flashing lights of police cars and the weak beams of flashlights traveling across the broken bits of building. It was possible they were looking for me. Fear rose to the forefront of my mind, and I found myself uncontrollably stumbling backwards away from the crowd that was gathered in the clearing. I was scared of seeing them, and I didn't want them to see me.

I couldn't hide forever. The flash of light caught me, causing me to flinch and squint my eyes.

"There he is!" Someone shouted. Everyone stopped yelling and looked at me. The sudden silence was unbearable.

I brought my hand up to my face to shield myself from the light before freezing. My fingers were coated in a dripping, crimson substance. Ignoring my semi-blindness as the flashlight continued to focus on me, I looked over both of my hands. They were stained equally in blood. Apart from the water soaked into my clothes, there was a sickeningly large amount of splattered blood across my shirt and pants. I quickly reached up to touch my face, only to feel stickiness.

Suddenly I remembered. The fight and Sam. She was clumsy and was distracted when I got injured… She got in the way of an attack and I attempted to save her.

I emptied my stomach into the area beside me as the conclusion of the events flickered to life in my mind. The ghost struck Sam, and her body simply shattered. Her blood, her innards… everything splattered over the rooftops and onto me. There wasn't time for me to process what had happened to her before I snapped. I may have caused the wreckage of the building, but I destroyed the ghost. I got my revenge.

But it wasn't enough.

I cried as the policemen ushered me back over to them and asked me about my parents. I kept crying as they finally showed up, my mom in tears over the catastrophe. But the moment where I felt myself, my mind, and everything I knew fall to pieces was when I looked into the rain-soaked window of the police car and saw the blood of my best friend smeared across my face.