"How about a dark uncontrollable Caroline?" –Guest
"I don't care," She tells him, covered in blood and tears. "I don't care about anything."
He looks down at the carnage before him, all limbs and bones and screams echoing in the air. "How can I help?"
"Make it stop."
"Turn on your switch."
"I can't." She chokes on a sob. "I feel like I'm going to die."
"What do you want me to do?"
He's angry now.
Was this his fault? What she became was his creation or just an aftereffect?
"Kill me," She begs, cries.
"Okay."
He reached for her heart through her rib cage and saw her gratitude in her ocean blue eyes before pulling.