Kids From Yesterday -MCR killjoy fanfic

Chapter 16

Everything... everything was destroyed.

The walls were cracked to all hell,  chunks scattered across the Diner floor.

The place was a mess,  everything from the counter tops were now on the floor.

Dust speckled across my vision as it settled in the air,  illuminated by stray bands of sunlight.

"What... what happened?" Party asked breathlessly.

I stepped deeper inside,  noticing that the hunks of clay and other disortments had been shoved into a clattered pile in the corner of the front room.

As I looked closer,  I realized that droplets of blood was mingled with the mess,  scattered everywhere.

I looked up to see a dried crimson stream staining the walls and marble tile.

I couldn't help but rack my brain on what could've possibly happened.

"Holy shit!"  Silver exclaimed.

I raised my eyes to see her standing in a doorway,  gaping inside an ominous room.

We began to walk up to her,  curious of what she was talking about.

I looked inside,  to see that it was a bathroom,  a very worn down one at that.

But thats not all that caught my eye.

A puddle of dried blood pooled in the middle of the floor,  a pair of bloodied scissors laying beside it.

The blood was smeared,  like someone had laid in it.

I shuttered,  as a headache clawed its way to my frontal lobe.

I blinked my eyes as it increasingly got stronger,  causing my eyes to unfocus.

I backed away,  averting my eyes from the scene.

"What happened?"  Nightmare asked horrified as she stared inside.

Silver suddenly lifted her eyes away,  locking them on me.

"Nebula."

I looked at her,  furrowing my eyebrows.  "What?"

"Nebula? You did this?"  Jet asked shocked.

My mouth fell open,  as I stared horrified at them.

The headache grew even more painful,  forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut,  trying to subside the pain.

It was me.... I thought.

The scissors... the blood.

.... the scars.

It all made sense.  But why had I done it?

I opened my eyes,  hastily lifting my sleeves. I scanned my eyes over the carvings.

Nightmare walked up to me,  trailing her eyes over the words.

"So... it was you.  Nebula how-"  she caught herself,  shaking her head.

She looked up past me,  looking back towards the front.

She sighed.  "We'll fix it up okay?"

I locked my eyes with hers,  frowning.

She forced back a smile. 

She lightly kissed my forehead.  "You'll be okay."  She assured.

"I promise."