A/N: I have to warn you here. The following chapter is very, very graphic. Proceed with caution. [Vi's POV]
Olivia stares at me for a while.
"You're her sister!"
Well, fuck. I open my mouth to respond, but I don't know what to say.
"I found out who she is and what she did a little over a week ago."
"This is exactly what I warned her about," I mutter under my breath.
"Of course, I immediately ended our relationship. I didn't hear anything from her in a week after that. She didn't call, text, nothing. But last night, she suddenly turned up on my doorstep, acting like nothing had happened. She looked... completely out of it. She was wearing short sleeves but I could barely see her tattoo underneath all of the fresh cuts."
Caitlyn's face has also lost all of its colour by now. I can see her starting to shake slightly.
"I told her to leave. I know I should have called you then, but I wasn't thinking rationally. And then, this morning, she was sitting on my bed when I woke up."
"How did she get in?", Cait asks.
"She said she had a spare key, but I've never had a spare key. I don't know, she must've picked the lock somehow. She kept acting like we were still together, I eventually lost it and yelled at her, and when I tried to call the police, she did this to me."
Olivia holds up her hand. I can look through the wound.
"Okay," I say, getting up from my chair, "The Sheriff will take you to the hospital so you can get this taken care of. I'll go and pay my sister a visit."
"Violet, I am the Sheriff and I make the orders. And I say it's way too dangerous for you to go alone."
"I'll take my gauntlets. I'll be fine."
I can see Cait tear up. She steps up to me and kisses me like she's never kissed me before.
"I was right," she whispers against my lips, her voice shaking, "You remember what I said this morning? I was right. Vi, I'm scared."
I wipe the tears from her face, kissing her forehead.
"I'll be okay, I promise. If anything, it would be even more dangerous to take someone with me. She's my sister, after all."
With a deep breath, Cait lets go of me. I grab my gauntlets, throw them into my car and start driving.
I know I played it cool, but I'm scared shitless. Why didn't Jinx's therapist call me? She must've noticed something. I tighten the grip around the wheel, my knuckles turning white.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is my fault. I shouldn't have stopped taking care of her. Shit.
I arrive at Jinx apartment complex not ten minutes after leaving the station.
I put on my gauntlets and rush up the stairs, punching in the door to Jinx's apartment.
I stand in the doorway and for a while, I hear nothing. Then, Jinx steps out of her bedroom. She's in her underwear.
I freeze, my stomach cramps up. I don't think I've ever seen a more horrifying picture. Both her arms and thighs, as well as her stomach and hips are covered in cuts, the rest of her body is full of burns and bruises. She's somehow managed to lose at least fifteen pounds, if not more, and her skin is almost grey.
"Fuck," I whisper.
"Vi," she breathes, "What brings you here?"
"Good God Jinx, look at yourself..."
I want to scream, yell at her, but all that leaves my lips are whispers.
Slowly, I walk towards her and grab her by the shoulders, shaking her.
"Let go of me!"
"Jinx, what have you done?"
"Nothing! What's wrong with you?!"
"Me? Are you fucking blind? Oh, God."
I can't stop crying. I was prepared, but nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for this.
Suddenly, Jinx's eyes roll into the back of her head and she passes out in my arms. In complete shock, I drop her. I have to check out her apartment.
All the mirrors are shattered, pill bottles scattered all over the floor, stains on the floors and wall that I don't even want to be able to make out. It's filthy.
Upon entering her bathroom, I almost throw up. The whole room is covered in vomit and blood. The scent is unbearable. I'm just about to slam the door shut again when I hear something from behind the shower curtain. I take a deep breath, hold it, and walk inside to pull the curtain aside.
"Shit!", is the first thing that escapes my lips.
Inside the shower, tied to a chair, is Jinx's therapist.
Her mouth is covered by tape, but her eyes scream "Help!"
With shaking hands, I remove the tape and start untying her.
"Thank you!", she breathes.
"How long how you been in here?", I ask, doing my best not to gag from the smell that has filled the room.
"A few days? She didn't show up for two appointments in a row, so I came over. I didn't expect to see her in this state, I should have called you first, I'm so sorry, Violet."
"This isn't your fault."
"The things I heard... She was crying, screaming and throwing up countless times a day. Talking to herself, screaming obscenities-"
Suddenly, she stops talking. Instead, I hear her whimper. I turn around to see Jinx standing behind me, holding what looks to be a taser gun. Before I can even react, she launches at me.
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My head feels as if it's about to burst. It takes me a second to remember what happened.
I try to move but my hands and feet are tied together.
I look around. I'm in the bathroom, on the floor. Next to me, on the right, her therapist, still tied to a chair. And leaning in the doorway – Jinx.
If you thought she was terrifying with all her guns, you haven't seen her with a knife. Cold shivers are running down my spine.
She starts walking towards her therapist and if I didn't know better, I'd say she's on drugs or blitzed drunk. She's seriously struggling with putting one foot in front of the other.
"You're ruining everything," she says in a deep, hoarse voice that doesn't sound like her at all.
"N-no... I-"
Jinx raises the hand she's holding the knife with and I watch in horror as she stabs her therapist a first time. I can't help but scream.
"I won't let you" - stab - "Or anyone" - stab - "ruin this!" - stab - "Olivia and I" - stab - "were made for each other!" - stab - "AND YOU" - STAB - "WON'T" - STAB - "RUIN THIS!"
She stabs her one last time, pushing the knife straight though her torso, leaving it in her body. Then she starts pacing through the room, making noises that sound like they're straight out of The Exorcist.
I'm on the floor, shaking, crying, whimpering, watching her every move until she eventually comes to a halt.