[Adrenaline, anger, and terror filled Siobhan all at once as her side is pierced with a knife, coughing and still trying to fight the person who's gone from struggling with her to a panicked attempt to plug the wound. Fuck you, this is your fault, Shiv thought, you pathetic little bitch. Why do you get everything? Why do you get to have power you don't fucking deserve?
Only a pathetic wheeze came out, though, and another thought took over: I don't wanna die. Tears stung at her eyes as she thought of her brothers having to bury another family member. She wondered if Tom would cry over her and regret having betrayed her the way he did if he ever saw her body.
This was his fault too. If Tom hadn't turned her dad against her, Shiv never would have buckled to the idea of getting a wish. The only thing Siobhan Roy couldn't rationalize as something she could do herself was getting the last six months she would have had with her father if not for that.
Her vision blurred, and the last she saw was a man with a knife towering over her. She didn't even have time to scream for help that wouldn't come.
Please. Please, not like this. Anything but this. Somebody help me. I wanna go home. I want my dad. Please, please--]
NO--
[Shiv startles awake with a scream, immediately clutching her heart in panic and realizing her heavy breathing isn't accompanied by the gurgle of blood filling her lungs. She sits up, looking around at the bizarre garden scenery.]
What the fuck?
[Chara did mention the idea of the people who died simply going somewhere else. Maybe this is "else". She doesn't feel cold despite the snow she needs to shake out of her hair. Even if she did, that's the last thing on her mind. What she's really thinking of is the people who killed her.]
That cunt and her fucking attack dog...they're gonna fucking pay for this.
cw abuse implications, familial death, panic attack, strong language
Only a pathetic wheeze came out, though, and another thought took over: I don't wanna die. Tears stung at her eyes as she thought of her brothers having to bury another family member. She wondered if Tom would cry over her and regret having betrayed her the way he did if he ever saw her body.
This was his fault too. If Tom hadn't turned her dad against her, Shiv never would have buckled to the idea of getting a wish. The only thing Siobhan Roy couldn't rationalize as something she could do herself was getting the last six months she would have had with her father if not for that.
Her vision blurred, and the last she saw was a man with a knife towering over her. She didn't even have time to scream for help that wouldn't come.
Please. Please, not like this. Anything but this. Somebody help me. I wanna go home. I want my dad. Please, please--]
NO--
[Shiv startles awake with a scream, immediately clutching her heart in panic and realizing her heavy breathing isn't accompanied by the gurgle of blood filling her lungs. She sits up, looking around at the bizarre garden scenery.]
What the fuck?
[Chara did mention the idea of the people who died simply going somewhere else. Maybe this is "else". She doesn't feel cold despite the snow she needs to shake out of her hair. Even if she did, that's the last thing on her mind. What she's really thinking of is the people who killed her.]
That cunt and her fucking attack dog...they're gonna fucking pay for this.