In Another Life

She Had A Girlfriend

(This situation takes place under the pretence that Vic never got kidnapped by Garret with Liam)

Her day was a blur. It was all she could think of. She had almost forgotten with everything that happened in Beacon Hills. Then she felt ready to throw up from the guilt at the fact of nearly forgetting.

Her teacher apparently noticed. Vic saw her walk down the aisle. Her eyes were cautious, and pitiful. Vic clenched her jaw, gripped her desk. She hated pity.

The girl could still hear nothing. But she could read lips almost as well as Gabrial. Vic? The woman asked. Are you okay?

Vic looked down at her textbook. Her breath caught at the sight of the bloody painting in front of her.

Blood. Blood on her skin. Blood on his skin. Blood on her clothes. Blood on his clothes. It was surrounding them. It was everywhere and nowhere. It was all her fault.

"Can I go to the washroom?" She asked.

The woman nodded and Vic didn't wait any longer. She bolted up, leaving her bag behind. She went straight to the bathroom.

She couldn't breathe.

It was too small. The room was too small and she hated the walls and they were too thick and she couldn't breathe. They were too close and her fingers were curling into a fist and her fingernails dug into her palm.

And she had punched the wall.

Vic leaned back against the opposite wall. Her back slid down. She held her fist in her hand as she watched it heal. But the blood was still there. It still dripped down her wrist. It still painted her skin, imprinted in her brain.

The door opened. Vic looked up. A girl who looked about her age walked in. She had blonde hair and hazel eyes with green flecks in them. There was dirt on her hands. She examined Vic on the floor, her bloody fist and the dent in the wall.

What happened? She asked. She didn't sound concerned or panicked. She sounded curious.

"I punched the wall," Vic answered.

The girl's brows furrowed. Did the...deserve it?

Vic looked up at the dent, the small bits of concrete that were crumbling from her strength. "Yes," she replied.

The girl nodded. She turned on the tap and started washing the dirt away. She looked back at Vic. Do you wanna wash the blood away?

Vic looked down at her wrist. She shouldn't wash it away. She should remember. She deserved it.

But then her promise came into her mind, echoed in her head. If I can't live for myself I'll live for them. God, what would Marcel think if he saw her.

Vic, mi hermana, why would you do this?

She took a breath. She stood up and walked over to the sink. The girl was still there. Vic turned on the other tap and washed the blood away. The water turned red.

The girl asked why you punched the wall, the wind informed her.

Vic shrugged. "The room was too small. It doesn't help about what today is."

She asked what today was, the wind said.

Vic paused and gripped the side of the sink.

She apologized, the earth said. I still don't understand why you humans do that when it's not your fault.

"Today is a hard day for me," Vic said. "It's... it's the day my friend died." She turned and looked at the girl beside her.

Her brown eyes didn't hold pity or sadness. But more understanding. I lost my brother, she said. Car crash. Drunk driver.