Viscera was a girl who was always getting into trouble. She always hung with the wrong people, though she couldn't tell the difference. She was either shooting up or smoking something every morning and night, lost in her fantasy world of perfection. She thought everything was perfection: every little crack in the sidewalk was perfect, every little noise was perfect. Always in cloud nine from the drugs, she hardly felt sorrow.
Until one day, her supplier was killed brutually. Someone was killing off all the drug suppliers and the drug addicts, too. Scared as she heard the news of his death, she fled to her friend's house in Maine. They were gone, so she could stay for a while without them knowing. And to top it all off, Viscera would be safe! Or that's what she thought, at least. How wrong was she...
When she was popping a few pills of Promethazine to give herself a weak high, she failed to notice a slight movement outside the window. She leaned back against the headboard of the bed she was resting on, eyes closed as she felt her mind drift off slightly. The door creaked open slowly, and her eyes opened to look. A figure in black walked in the room. She looked at it in alarm. "Did you think you were safe, foolish brat?" it spit at her, having a feminine voice. Next thing she knew, the person was right beside her.
Viscera was handcuffed to the bed and she struggled to move. "Why me?" she screamed. "What did I ever do!"
The person laughed bitterly. "You've ruined many lives, you selfish bitch," the person, supposedly a woman, snarled. "And you'll pay with your own life, just as many have already." Viscera felt a pressure on her eyes and she screamed, feeling a knife being pressed inside her eye. PLOP! One eye fell out. The drug addicted girl screamed in pain, the empty place where her eye used to be bleeding heavily. PLOP! The other eye was gone. "I think I'll just leave you to bleed to death, you selfish whore." The black-clad woman grabbed Viscera's left arm harshly and carved SELFISH into the flesh. She took off the handcuffs and left the room silently.
Viscera slowly bled out, her last hour a torturous time. She thought of all the different things she could have done in her life... the people she could have saved, but she left them to die. 'Selfish...' The word echoed inside her head as it became light. 'Selfish little whore.' Tears mixed with the blood pouring from where her eyes used to be. "I...m... sor...ry..." were Viscera's last words before her head dropped into the pool of blood, her heartbeat frozen.