It was the day of the baseball match and Ruby and Sapphire were flirting endlessly, which aroused some suspicion with the Rubies. When everything takes a turn for the worse and Sapphire is kidnapped and taken back to Homeworld, how will everyone rea...
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Sapphire became accustomed to Yellow Diamond visiting her regularly for information. If she lied or didn't tell, she would be punished severely; left trembling viciously in a pool of her own vomit and blood.
Every single day. Sitting there. Waiting. Watching. Screaming without noise. Crying without tears. The Diamonds would come and go, collecting information as they pleased.
She tried to escape her reflection, but no matter where she turned, she could see the terrible site in the glass. Her grey shirt was torn and stain ridden. It concealed nothing but a skeleton and a dead heart. She sat on her twiggy legs, with her fragile hands placed gently on top of eachother. Her hair was matted from all the bodily fluids it had brushed through time and time again. Her slim, ghostly face held her eye: red, popping veins crawling in from the edges, dark circles surrounding it, sores and bruises blocking her sight.
The pristine, clear box she had been trapped in months ago was replaced by a complete mess. Dried substances covered the floor, underneath a layer of broken glass that the diamonds had thrown in there as a punishment. Sapphire had once picked a sharp shard of glass out of her knee and coated it in her blood. She then scribbled on the walls, writing hate messages to herself. They normally entailed how weak and breakable she was.
Maybe she was surrounded by glass, but Sapphire was the most frail thing in that box.
"You," Yellow Diamond shouted. Sapphire flinched, glass pushing its way into her skin. It did not phase her anymore; she appealed to the thought of her losing so much blood that she would keel over and die. "What are the Crystal Gems going to do next?" She ordered.
She stood there waiting, while Sapphire mustered up enough energy to use her future vision. She concentrated hard, grasping her head to focus. She could almost see the possibilities, they were right there in front of her. But as she strained to reach them, she was pulled back and the answers flew away.
She screamed, her voice croaky and rough. Thick, red blood poured from her eye and she curled up tight, letting her hair block the light. The blood painted her vision red which faded to black.
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Sapphire was hoping that she was dead, but unfortunately she seemed to be clinging on to her life for some unknown reason.
She found herself still in her box, but it had been cleaned. It was spotless, and she was quite relieved to be in a clean box with nothing else....except for a single shard of glass placed neatly in front of her.
She glanced up, and through the clusters of dried blood, she saw Yellow Diamond. "You have lost your powers, haven't you?" She sounded upset, but Sapphire knew it was only because of the Diamond's own selfish reasons. The gem nodded, which sent pains all down her back.
The bloody messages no longer obscured the reflectivity of the glass and she observed her iris, which had sadly dissolved into a dead blue-grey colour.
"Well, as you may have figured, I have no more use for you. You may shatter yourself." She stated, bored with the once intriguing gem, "Just use that shard of glass to scratch away at your gem. When you become corrupted, this Amethyst soldier will poof and shatter you. Get going," she marched away, before Sapphire could protest.
Maybe 3 months ago, Sapphire would have refused to do such an act. She would have found a way out, or at least hold on long enough to be rescued. But now, she happily picked up the glass and started chipping away at her gem.
Sapphire now considered her self dead. Even though she was still conscious and breathing, she was every other sort of dead you could be.
All her emotions knotted into one, flat feeling that simply could not be described in words.
She listened to the two materials clash together and creating harmony, which reminded her of something significant in her life. How two, opposite creatures could create such a beautiful thing.
But it left her as fast as it came, leaving her with a trippy, nostalgic regret.
She scratched away at her gem slowly, until she felt it split slightly on the surface.
At least she was doing something right.
Author's Note:
Hello! Geez, this is a bit depressing, isn't it? The next chapter will be the last and boy, will it be emotional. I will try to upload it as soon as possible.
