The first thing Blake is aware of when she wakes up is the music. Her alarm is a song that she believes goes perfectly with her health and state of mind. It's the reason barely anyone comes and visits her anymore. The reason Yang left.

Mayday! Mayday!

The ship is slowly sinking

They think I'm crazy, but they don't know the feeling.

Blake groaned as she struggled to raise herself up off the floor. A sharp pain passes through her chest, to her head, causing her to start seeing black spots in her vision. Dammit.

They're all around me

Circling like vultures

They want to break me and wash away my colors

Wash away my colors

The Faunus grits her teeth and is finally able to stand on wobbly legs. She shuffles forward a few feet before crashing into the wall. The world starts to spin, and she is unable to feel her left arm. Why, dammit! Why can't I just have one day without this!

Take me high, and I'll sing

Oh, you make everything okay, okay, okay

'Kay, okay, okay

No! Nothing is okay! Nothing will ever be okay until I am 6 feet under with no more pain, she screams in her head. Just because Yang made everything seem okay, didn't mean it was.

We are one in the same

Oh, you take all of the pain away, away, away

'Way, away, away

Blake picks up her scroll and glares at it, her hands shaking as she pushes stop. It keeps playing.

Save me if I become

My Demons

With the last bits of strength she has, Blake hurls the scroll at the wall, cracking it and shattering her last means of communication. Every time she hears that Damon song, it reminds her of that karaoke night that JNPR and RWBY had during their last few nights at Beacon. It reminds her of the time she thought Adam was finally gone and she could live happily. It reminds her of Yang, of the love eyes whenever their eyes would meet. It reminded her of when her life had changed, and not for the better. Dammit.

Dammit.

DAMMIT!

Blake knocks her only lamp onto the floor in a fit of rage, shattering it. Her eyes seem to ignite as she growls. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't it have been Adam who was stabbed by that Goliath's tusk? Why couldn't it have been him who was in surgery for 10 hours? Why couldn't it have been him who was in a coma for 16 months? Why couldn't it have been him Cinder tried to finally put in the grave? Why couldn't it have been him whose heart isn't healthy enough for everyday activities? Why couldn't it have been him Roman poisoned? Why her? Tears streamed down Blake's face uncontrollably. Why?

She doesn't know why, but her eyes find themselves locked onto the only window in her small apartment. She notices that the sun was at its highest. What time is it? She wonders. How long have I been out? She shuffles over, slowly, to her shattered scroll and notices that it still works. Picking it up, she notices she's been out for a day and a half. She sighs, then tosses the scroll onto her nightstand before lying face down on her bed, sleep coming to her quickly for once.