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Part seven: On her deathbed

The room was dim, grey light filtering through the curtains as another day passes by without notice from Vee.

She lay in her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs. Her eyes are puffed with the red of tears long caged. Her throat is sore from dehydration and violent screams of pain. Her shirt is stained with sweat and tears. But she doesn't care.

Her glazed eyes stare at nothing, her mind chattering and replaying her worse memories.

"No... No... No... No..." She'd mumble to herself occasionally, the sound strained and weak.

"Ralito..." Her thin fingers curl around the sheets at the pain shooting through her veins.

"I'm sorry..." The women sits up slowly, her first movement in days. She braces herself on her hands as her eyes slowly adjust to reality. She lifts her head, her hair falling in her eyes, and looks around the room.

She'd already tried to hang herself, but it hadn't worked. Ralito had turned her into a vampire too, she had no need for oxygen. Vee stands hesitantly on weak legs, walking like a zombie to the bathroom. She pulls the door open and closes it behind her. She clicks the lock in place before collapsing to the floor, leaning her back against the door.

The women stares at nothing for hours, her breathing shallow and irregular, force of habit. After a while she crawls on her knees to the drawers, pulling open the bottom compartment where she keeps the blade sharp enough to harm herself with.

"Been a while..." She mumbles through dry lips, carefully removing the razor-sharp blades from the draw. She stands and climbs into the bath. She doesn't turn the water on, she doesn't want to attract the attention of Taka or Sophie.

"Taka... Sophie..." Her body trembles, "I'm sorry..." She buries her fingers in her hair, feeling tears well up in the back of her throat again.

"I'm sorry..." She smiles lightly, placing the blade to her wrist. Her eyes do not look away as she runs the blade down her arm, watching the skin peel open and shy away from the bright blood blooming. She doesn't flinch at the pain, simply moves to do the same to her other arm. The liquid spills over her skin, her clothing, the tiles and the bathtub. The colour is harsh against the white of the room. It makes Vee smile as her vision begins fading, finally relieving her of the constant pain of her life.