1Shards flew everywhere. Hinata had remained on the pillowed pedestal, looking away from the shattering mirror while covering her face with her arms. Ino and Sakura had dived away while Tenten had managed to snatch the seamstress out from under a few enormous pieces that would've impaled her and killed her in an instant.
As Hinata slowly lowered her arms, she looked around. Tenten was quietly calming the distraught seamstress. Sakura was administering to Ino, who had a bad cut on her head. She could see that all of them had a light coating of silvery dust from the broken mirror covering them. Everyone had cuts, which seemed to bleed with a vengeance as she watched them.
Then she looked down at herself. She, the one with the exposed head, shoulders, and arms. She, the one who had been closest to the three mirrors. Not a speck of dust had graced her or her dress. The angry lines of crimson that covered her friends had not dared to appear on her pale skin. She turned back towards where the mirror had once been, and saw an empty, hollow blackness.
Hinata stepped down from the pedestal, shock overwhelming her. She stumbled to her knees, and with a distant thought she realized that the shards on the ground in the front of the pedestal had bitten through her dress to drive themselves deep into her skin. Blindly, she reached down in front of her, and when she felt the sharp edges of glass slice the palms of her hands, she grabbed hold, ignoring the tiny alarm bells going off in her head. She grasped as much broken glass as she could before looking down.
Slowly, she looked at those shards, imaging them to be the pieces of her broken dreams. Nothing has gone right in my engagement to Naruto. Am I doing something wrong? Am I just not meant to be with him? Is this a sign? She let each piece fall, and she noticed as each one did, something red was falling along with it. She looked at her hands more closely, finding the cuts that she hadn't even felt when she had picked up the fragments of mirror. Having squeezed the glass into her palms, the cuts were especially deep, and as she gazed at them, they oozed scarlet tears.
Looking past her hands to her knees, Hinata blinked her eyes. What was wrong? Were her eyes going bad? Her dress was supposed to be white, snow white, not black. Then why was she wearing this one? Where was her wedding dress? Why was she wearing this dead color gown? Grasping at it with bloody hands, she gathered the fabric and slowly stood up, turning to face the people in the room she had neglected to notice until now.
Tenten had finally managed to sooth the distressed seamstress and assure her that the entire thing was an accident and would never happen again, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Ino, holding a scrap of her skirt to her head, stanching the blood that was flowing from it. Tenten noticed that Sakura was staring at something behind Tenten, and her suspicions of something wrong were confirmed when Ino silently directed her with a shaking finger to look over her shoulder.
As Tenten looked around, her eyes grew wide at the sight that presented itself. Standing in front of the black, empty wall where the mirrors had once hung, was Hinata. She stood, barefoot, in the midst of the fragments of glass. Her hands she held out in front of her, blood dripping from each one, her hands and feet leaving a trail of crimson as she took a step towards the stunned trio. Her white dress was covered in bloody handprints, and as Hinata's eyes bored into Tenten's eyes, a dead look radiated from Hinata's pale orbs.
Hinata's mouth slowly opened, and as she spoke, the moment seemed to be frozen with the tension. "Tenten, where's my wedding dress? Why am I wearing this black one? And what's wrong with my hands? Why won't they stop crying?" She swayed from one side to the other, and as the whole room watched in what felt like slow motion, she fainted, falling to one side onto the one place where the broken glass was thickest. Before anyone could do anything, she had fallen, landing on the upturned edges, and the left side of her body, including her beautiful wedding dress, was cut to ribbons before their eyes, scarlet spreading eerily from the white figure laying in the black glass.