After, three weeks, the others started sending Blake to a therapist, for reasons Ruby didn't ask for. It wasn't any of her business, finally, Ruby asked Blake. "Why do the others think you're crazy?" She asked.

"You wouldn't understand. It's not like they do."

"Blake, I can help."

"No you can't!" She pulled out her katana, pointing the gun mechanism at Ruby. "Calm down." Ruby said, trying to do that herself.

"If I killed you right now, all problems would be over!"

"You'd go to prison!"

"No, I wouldn't."

"You won't kill me."

"You don't think I will?"

"I don't."

/BEEP/

Ruby heard a loud shot go off, and woke up in her bed. Blake was still sitting on her bed. "Did you shoot me?" Ruby asked. Blake jumped.

"Yeah, but that was a while ago."

"Why did you—" The door flew open and Yang walked in. "Blake, your diagnosis came in."

"How wonderful." Blake said, sarcastically. Yang tossed Blake a letter, and the faunas opened it, reading it for a minute— "This is bull!" She yelled. "She's not a figment of my imagination!"

"Correction: she WASN'T."

"Who are you guys talking about?" Ruby asked.

"She's so clueless." Blake laughed.

"Me?" Yang asked.

"Not you. The figment of my imagination."

"If she is really there, where is she?"

"On her bed..."

Yang looked directly at Ruby. "I don't see anything."

/BEEP/

"You're taking this too far!" Ruby said, getting irritated.

"Now she's mad."

"At me?" Yang asked.

"She thinks you can see her, but you're choosing to ignore her."

"Is that not what's happening?" Ruby asked.

"It's not."

"Does she not know?" Yang asked.

"She doesn't."

"I don't know what?!"

/BEEP/

Blake paused, looking down at the floor, then back at Ruby. "Ruby..." She paused again. "You died after that Beowulf impaled you." Ruby stared at Blake, who couldn't tell whether Ruby was hurt, or couldn't believe what she had been told. "Liar."

"It's the truth."

"You— You're a fucking liar!" Ruby yelled. She looked over at Yang's bed, she saw a bundled up piece of red cloth. She went over to Yang's bed, unfolding the cloth, and spreading it out. Her cloak. Still covered in blood. Her blood. Ruby turned back to her friend, seeing the flowers on Yang's desk, picture of herself on the nightstand. "What's going on?" Yang asked.

"She's piecing it together." Blake answered.

"This stuff wasn't here before!" Ruby said, her voice beginning to crack.

"Yes it was. You only saw what you wanted to see."

/BEEP/

Tears fell from Ruby's face, "No." She said. "You're lying! YOU'RE FUCKING LYING!"

"I'm not lying. We're not lying."

"NO! YOU HAVE TO BE!" Ruby screamed. "It can't— It can't be true." Her voice getting quieter as she spoke.

/BEEP/

The room was silent, the only noise being Ruby's quiet sobbing, that Yang could barely hear.

"What's happening?" Yang asked. Blake turned to her friend. "She understands..." The faunas heard the sobbing stop, and looked back at her deceased leader, who was gone. "She's gone."

"Why did she stick around?"

"Because, no one deserves to die at fifteen."

TO BE CONTINUED...