A/N: I'M SO FUCKING HYPED FOR THE NEW JINX SKIN IT'S PERFECT IN EVERY WAY OH MY GOD. AND THE VOICE LINES, OH GOD, THE FUCKING VOICE LINES.
*Cough* Alright, sorry. Here we go.

[Jinx's POV]

I awaken from what feels like a very deep slumber.
Blood. Blood on my hands, blood everywhere... and the sound of Vi crying in the distance.
What happened?
I look up – and scream.
My therapist – and she's dead. Stabbed, countless times. The knife is still stuck in her chest.
My hands and arms are covered in blood up to my elbows.

"Did I... do this?", I whisper.

Tears fill my eyes as I look over to Vi, who is sitting in the corner of the room, her hands and feet tied together, shaking and sobbing.

"Did I do this?", I ask again, a first tear making its way down my cheek.

Vi stops crying, but doesn't respond.

"Help me!", I scream.
"Help? You're beyond help!", Vi yells back.

I grab my hair and pull as I let out a scream that hurts even my ears.

"Please! Please help me!"

I sink to my knees, struggling to breathe. Hyperventilating – I'm hyperventilating.
Vi finally seems to catch on that I have snapped out of whatever it was that drove me to kill my therapist.

"Okay...", I hear her breathe, "Untie me... I'll see what I can do."
"I don't want to be locked up!"
"What the fuck do you expect me to do? Hide the body for you and act like nothing happened?"
"I'm off my meds! I was fine when I was taking them regularly! I don't want to be locked up again! What I just did – that wasn't me! Please help me!", I pause, trying to get at least a little bit of air into my lungs, and then, with my voice shaking, I whisper, "You're my sister."

For a while, Vi and I just sit there, staring at each other. Then, after taking a deep breath, she says in a calm voice: "Untie me. Please."

Still crying, I crawl towards her, and with shaking hands, I untie her.
Once she's free, she just sits there for a while, staring into nothingness.

"You know," she says after what feels like hours, "You saved both of our lives when we were younger. You stuck with me when we lived on the streets, you always tried to protect me even though I've always been the stronger one," she takes a deep breath and runs her hand through her hair, as though she's looking for the right words, "You'll always be my sister, my twin, a part of me, the only family I have left, whether I like it or not. A part of me will never stop caring about you and that's why it's so important to me that you get the help you need. I'm not a robot, I have feelings too. And I don't think I can handle seeing you suffer so much any longer. It fucks me up, you hear me? It. fucks. me. up. I care about you, more than I should, more than I care to admit. Even after everything you've done...", she pauses for a while, "... I still can't just hate you, no matter how hard I try."

Vi finishes her speech without ever looking at me the whole time she's talked. It takes me a moment to process what she just said.

"I know," I whisper, "But locking me up isn't going to help me."
"I don't think you've fully grasped what just happened. Jinx, you just brutally murdered someone in front of my eyes. This means one of two things – either you go to jail, or you go back to the hospital. No matter what, you're going to get locked up."
"Not if no one ever finds out what happened...", I say, biting my lower lip.
"Are... are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

I'm biting my lip so hard, I can taste blood.

"You can't be fucking serious. I'm a cop, I can't just-"
"Exactly, you're a cop. If anyone can help me, it's you."
"Your first stay at the hospital helped you -"
"Obviously, I mean, look at me, I'm so much better. It's not like I just brutally stabbed someone to death. What temporarily fixed me was the meds. Not the talks with my therapist or being locked in a room all by myself."

Vi gets up, starts pacing through the room.

"You have one hour," she says after a while, "Run. I'll take care of this, of everything. When they ask me what happened, I'll tell them you drugged me and when I woke up, you were gone."

I'm tearing up again. I want to hug Vi, kiss her feet, but I know if I waste even one more second, she might just change her mind and turn me in. I jump to my feet, wash the blood off my body and change into more acceptable clothes that hide my scars and tattoo.I'm just about to leave when I hear Vi calling after me.

"This is your last chance. You better take your meds. If you put another toe out of line, I will turn you in. And don't even think about visiting Olivia."

My stomach sinks when she mentions Olivia's name, but I nod.
I put a few clothes, my meds and all the money I have in a bag and leave.

Only when I leave the apartment complex, I realize that I have no idea what time, let alone what day, it is.
I had a full blown psychotic episode that seems to have lasted several days.

I walk down the street, heading for the local all-around-store, where I purchase hair dye, a pair of scissors, a pair of fake glasses and some snacks. Then, I make my way further downtown, where I check into a cheap motel.

My room is run down, but acceptable.
I step into the bathroom and turn on the light.
The sight of my own face in the mirror shocks me. I'm pale as a ghost with my skin being almost grey, my lips are dried out, my eyes are bloodshot and the shadows under my eyes are darker than ever before. My hair is falling out in clumps, I even have a few bald spots here and there.

I take the scissors out of my bag and give myself a side cut. Afterwards, I dye my hair – it's a vibrant red. It doesn't suit me, but in combination with the fake glasses, it should keep people from recognizing me.

Once I'm done with my make over, I just stare at myself in the mirror for a while, wondering if Vi kept her promise. Is she really cleaning up my apartment right now and getting rid of the body – or did she call Caitlyn as soon as I left?