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What If…Clash took it hard when Pizzazz shunned her from the group.
This contains a mature theme so beware, I warned you.
Clash was upset.
"How could she kick me out like that? Fuck Pizzazz and the others I'll show them!" Clash screams in her car as she turns her car around and heads back to the mansion from where she had just left.
Meanwhile at the mansion…
"You were hard on her Pizzazz." Stormer said as she sat next Roxy.
"So what Stormer, she got us in more trouble and cost us tons of Daddy's money fixing her mistakes."
"Yeah, I say good riddance!" Roxy chimes in.
"Now are you going to mope about for Clash or are you coming?" Jetta asked.
"I'm coming." Stormer said as she followed the others out the door.
As soon as they left Clash snuck into the mansion and grabbed a knife, sharp enough to cut. She sat by the couch with the knife against the skin on her left wrist, she sat there for about an hour before she slid it across her wrist. Almost immediately it started bleeding all over the carpet, as soon as she slit her other wrist she heard the key in the door and the sounds of the Misfits arguing. She didn't want to be seen like this so she quickly got up and moved to the pool deck despite the loss of blood she felt like she was floating, and that's when she just tumbled to the ground beside the pool. Her blood forming two puddles beside her.
Stormer was the first to spot blood on the carpet.
"What is it Stormer, you 'ave a walking problem?" Jetta asked as she bumped into the younger Misfit.
"No, there's blood on the carpet."
"Blood?" Roxy asked as she followed Stormer's eyes.
"My God, what the 'ell Roxy!"
"It wasn't me Jetta!" Roxy spat out.
"Guys knock it off!" Pizzazz jumps in.
They stopped fighting when they heard Stormer scream, they followed the scream to see Clash lying in a puddle of her blood…
"Clash?" Jetta asked outloud...
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