A/N rest in peace, Amy Winehouse 3

Chapter 7 - Breath

Magenta breathed out. The night where over. All the guest, expect Brad and… Jane? Had leaved. Relief. Her foots ached, and she was completely exhausted. Rest. She closed her eyes, but pictures of blood appeared. She flinched. Magenta rose up, and knew she couldn't sleep after all that.

Columbia… Got to find Columbia. She gave a quick glance toward the o'clock. Where is she? Pictures of Columbia with blood from her wrists, hanging from the ceiling, turned up in her head. No, you know Col. She wouldn't do that. Another voice appeared in her head: Do you? Of cours I do, you idiot. Well, why doesn't you know where she is? Magenta began to think about an argument, summarized that she was in argue with herself.

/…/

An hour later, Columbia slipped in. Magenta froze. A lonely teardrop emerged. Magenta didn't know how to react, Columbia curled up in her little bed. Not a single sob, but her tears kept to flow. She looked dull. Not vulnerable, just.. a shell. Columbia switched position, sat in a fetal position. Magenta heaved herself off the bed, walked with quiet steps to Columbia's bed. Held her.

"Why" Columbia whispered. "why my life. Why. Why Eddie?"

Magenta had good mind to get up and kill Frank at once.

/…/

A/N, I'm going to change a bit from the movie. In the movie it went so fast – so I'm going to make Janet and Brads visit a bit longer. So, Janet going to sleep with Rocky this day instead. Right?

Magenta woke up with a big smile – not with evilness, about Eddies death, that she was forgiven. The breakfast went smoothly, her chores went easier since her master was busy with Brad and Janet. A few hours til dinner, Columbia walked down the stairs. "Hey Mags! You got to see this. U know our TV?" Magenta nodded. That crapthing. "We can connect the cameras and check out our new guests!" she pronounced it all with such joy, so Magenta began to wonder if she just pretended.

"Sure… Go and fix it, I will be up in a sec"

Columbia demonstrated the TV with pride. A picture of the lab was on it. "Okay, I found Brad, but that isn't so interesting, he just smoke-" Columbia's voice became a bit downhearted "Frank's with him… And I just felt like, that's not so…" Columbia cut herself.

Magenta opened her mouth, but Columbia talked first "Ehm… But no big deal, right? So I checked trough the castle… And Janet is in the lab!"

"Okay, I guess we can give it a try" Magenta didn't want her to feel bad, but for her, it wasn't that interesting. She had already done it several times with her brother.

Janet started talking, about the plain old "How could I do this?" blablabla shit, so Magenta developed her Nail polish. Columbia glow up. Magenta looked questioningly at her.

"Did she say something interesting?" Columbia burst out laughing. "No, but I… Oh, never mind. It's silly anyway. "
Magenta shrugged, and unscrew the cover. She could hear Columbia take a deep breath.
"CanIPaintYourToeNails?Ialwayswantedtoand.." she said very quickly.
"Excuse moi, but what the hell did you just said?" Magenta grinned.
Columbia blushed. "Can I… Paint your toenails?"
"I don't get why you want to – but sure" Columbia started paint, slowly and incredibly carefully. Magenta stared at the TV. Janet had discovered Rocky, and know he gently stroked her hands. She poked Columbia. Both knew what should happened, so they screamed with one mouth "Tell us about it, Janet!"

She started talked about how he's only kissed before. "How laame, but do you think shes…?" Magenta nodded. "Uh-uh"

Magenta and Columbia started laughing. "Little Janet…" "Yeah, I bet Franks gonna' hate her" Columbia said, a bit satisfied.
They kept comment Janet, and after a while they started make fun of her. "Toucha touchhh meeeee" Columbia screamed, while she laughed so hard her face went red. "I waannaa beee diiiiiiirty" Magenta continued, and pushed Columbia at her. You're wonderful. "Trhill me, chill me Fuuuulfiiiill meee" Columbia screamed. "Creaaator of theee night!" They twirled around in their little couch, in what seemed for hours. Thank ya, Janet!