Off the Cliff
Written by EvantheNerd83
Author's Note: I do not own Star Vs the Forces of Evil. Disney does.
As she pulled it, she almost threw up. The cold air did nothing to ease what she felt. The metallic taste of blood on her tongue. The smell of the stains. Everything about it was obvious, upfront, personal. She regretted not using the trash bag when she had the chance.
Star took a moment to look out over the edge of the cliff, keeping one foot on the slice between falling and safety. Her feet trembled in her boots. One wrong move and she would have lost her footing.
But in her panic and overwhelming shock, she managed to retain a sliver of control. And awareness.
She stared at the town below. Small lights winked and glowed from the houses that contained them. Trees ganged up around the buildings, standing still like ancient guardians. They disbanded around the ocean in the distance. Replaced by white beach sand and deep blue water. It was beautiful.
It was silent, only dissected by crickets catcalling and her own labored breathing. She gasped in exhaustion. She sobbed in horror and desperation. She cried tears of regret.
The corpse was also crying but, the screams had ceased an hour ago. It had taken Star a few minutes to regain awareness, but when she did, she almost screamed herself. She clumped a blood-stained hand over her mouth before it escaped her lips. Luckily for her.
She turned back to the mass of cold, leaking meat, biting her lip.
She gripped its ankles tightly, took a deep breath, and pushed it off of the steep cliff. The sounds of bones breaking echoed all the way down. Good riddance.
Star was relieved. She wouldn't have to look at the glassy eyes any longer. Mint green, now cold and dead. Nor would she have to gaze at the gaping mouth, blond hair, bloody nose, or the cuts ever again.
The cuts that bled both blood and bubbling magic, small but deep. Hundreds of them. All vicious. All evil. All angry.
She looked behind her, at the pair of scissors that laid on the ground. A trembling hand picked them up. Wide blue eyes stared back at her. She wiped them off on her dress and took off her dress. One quick swipe of her wand and she was clean. They wouldn't know.
"I... I... I guess that... the meeting didn't go well, huh, Jackie?" She giggled in-between sobs.
And with that, she left.