A/N: I added some more to this chapter, so the second wouldn't be confusing once you read it!
Sara died with a smile, not a woeful sigh or a pained breath, but with a psychotic grin and sarcastic wave of her hands. She had always wanted to die young in a dramatic fashion. She was always a cutthroat type of bitch, the queen bee type that could hold an entire school population in the palm of her hand with a suffocating grip, the prom queen that would backstab anyone and everyone for the was the mythic bitch that everyone hated and wanted to be, the one who is handed everything on a silver platter and cut off the heads of anyone who said any breath of opposition.
Teachers would always say that Sara was born with her heart on the wrong side, that she psychopath that people had a natural inclination to follow, and in many ways that was Sara made her way out of high school with a bloody scepter in hand, she had fucked her way to the top of the acting industry.
Her fan base was massive, and every film she ever-blessed the production crew with appearing on set always managed to beat a box office record in sales or money made. And with that money she traveled the world, meeting all sorts of people, presidents, queens, kings, gang leaders, she even managed to get an invite from an underground syndicate made from the most popular individuals in the world.
Sara was drunk on power and expected every bit of it too collapse in on her. It happened in a five-star suite in Las Vegas with a bang. The glass for the deck of the high rise penthouse shattering as a bullet went through her stomach, with a happy grin and a sarcastic wave to whoever the sniper was. Sara launched herself out the shattered window, wanting to give a theatrical surprise to the people standing below.
So when Sara woke up in the arms of a rather large and blurry figure above her, she was rather pissed. The one thing she wanted was to be dead, but she couldn't have that small insignificant wish.
"Junko! Junko wake up!" The ear-shattering sobs of a woman could only be heard due to the familiar crimson substance coating her vision, and the nauseating feeling of a cracked skull running through her body. Sara obviously didn't know the giant of a woman who was holding her or why said the woman was calling her 'Junko', so she decided to do what she did best, pretend.
"Huh? W-whus goin-in on?" Sara said sluggishly in a loud and questioning tone, jumping slightly at the sound of a childish and adorable sounding voice. She shuddered, a crawling and buzzing feeling that felt like bugs crawling on her skin could be felt everywhere, and it made her want to scream. Stinging sensations grew in her eyes as tears flowed down her face like waterfalls, making Sara flush in embarrassment as her uncontrollable sobbing started.
"Hush, hush." The woman muttered.
"Please be quiet for mommy." Begged the woman, covering Sara's mouth in an endeavor to lull her into quiescence, wiping the blood and tears from her face. The woman's response or lack thereof annoyed Sara, even more than the fact she was delusionally calling herself Sara's mother. The annoyance ignited a cold rage in Sara, she was being looked down upon.
"Ta-"
Sara opened her eyes to glare at the woman, only to see a world of black and white before her. Black and white trees surrounded the two, corpses lying between the roots. The only color she could see was red, and it was maddening. Birds floated in the sky, seemingly frozen in time. Messy black locks of hair encased the corners of her vision, and what Sara saw shook her to the core more than the corpses surrounding them.
The woman who had been delusionally calling herself 'Mommy' had messy bandages wrapped around her eyes, with blood patches leaking out from where her eyes were perceived to be. 'Mommy' was disturbingly beautiful, comparable to a monochrome doll, her lips seemed to be open in a frozen cry, as a knife hang motionlessly at her throat. All Sara could feel was the icy numbness running through her pulsing heart, every fraction of anger she once had was now replaced by disgust and fear. Blood and shit were spread everywhere amongst the dirt and corpses of uniformed men and women.
Masked men cloaked in black shawls remained stagnant in the air, apparently jumping from the trees to face off one another. Everything about the scene screamed ambush, one that every dead uninformed individual on the ground was collectively caught in dishabille. A blonde man lay unmoving at Sara's feet, his silvery locks matted with filth and blue pupiless eyes staring hopelessly at her.
He was the last straw that made her stomach lurch, causing Sara to scramble away from the woman's clinging arms to heave her stomach contents out into a nearby bush. The puddle of blood reflecting the image of a small, pig-tailed, blonde little girl with blood red eyes in a pinwheel formation caused enough shock to have Sara launch herself from the bush into the opposite direction from the fight stuck in a literal stand-still. She forced her burning legs to run through the tall trees, to get as wide asunder as the polar regions from the grievous scene she managed to find herself in.
The capricious buzzing feeling could now be felt tenfold up and down her legs up to her eyes and brain as she forced herself to run faster and faster to escape. Towering trees only seemed to grow denser the further she ran, the roots growing taller and the branches growing trickier to navigate through. It only took a single misstep caused by the realization of the world returning to life and color to send Sara rolling off a small cliff side into a shallow river below.
The impact was like landing on concrete after skydiving, and Sara felt several crunching and cracking of bones across her body. Oxygen failed to enter into her lungs as she let out a gurgled scream, the burning feeling of suffocation ripped through her body as the bubbles floated up. Her heart began to beat faster and faster as a chilling panic spread through her, and as her heart began to beat faster her movement became weaker, the burning sensation was almost too much for her to bear. The atramentous shade began to tug and the corners of her vision, and she went limp.