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"...Who is this?"
Crimson-ruby blood dripped down her palm to her wrist, she watched it crystallize into puddles next to her slides, the red liquid staining her white socks.
The nurses were like a herd wildebeests passing before the door her vision blurring their faces and movements. They payed no mind to the two. (Y/n) did her best to glance at the hand below, her vision letting up past the knife.
"Answer me, who are you? How did you get in here?"
The person's voice was coarse and vile, yet quiet, "...He proposed to you? How could you leave me behind like that?? You're so ungrateful—"
The sharp feeling of the knife dug deeper into her skin, (Y/n) needed to avert the situation fast, but her emotions were over taking her again.
"I can't believe you Violet. What the fuck are you doing? Is this how you greet me after everything we've been through? Why are you doing this?"
"—SHUT UP!" Violet screamed, her voice echoing in the cleaned room. The curtain behind them, glided on the breeze, in no hurry to partake the blood-lusting splatter Violent had potentially decided on. Violent pushed her sister onto the floor, (Y/n)'s bloodied hand slapping painfully against the vinyl flooring, stopping her fall; the blood smeared across her arms against the floor. Her hair masked her thunderstruck expression as the words zipped inside of her mind, 'Violet?'
"Just you shut up. None of this was supposed to happen. You shouldn't have been a thing in the first place."
Her hands were shaking by her side, not from fear, but from a lack of basic motor movements that were lost in her coma. She didn't want to believe that betrayal could be so bittersweet. Her voice trembled as she did her best to answer:
"...is that what this is about?"
"It is. I've hated every last moment of it. Every last damn breath. You're coming with me. You're not supposed to be with Gojo anyway. I wanted for you to be..." she turned away from her, her jaw clenching, "....different. Without him."
"Violet...are you seriously jealous of us? Don't you want me to be happy?? What is wrong with you?"
"Stand up." Violet said sternly. (Y/n) didn't comply. "I said stand up bitch!" She grabbed (Y/n) by the shoulder to turn her body over to face her.
Violet, being the person she was, couldn't stand her sister. She slapped her clean in the face, leaving a red mark across (Y/n)'s cheek. For the life of her, (Y/n) couldn't figure out why blood was running down her lips to her chin. Why was her sister's strength so potent, even when it had never been?
