2019-09-25 - Guess Who Is Broken

Minerva was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her face. She’d gone down hill fast since they left the veil and she’d only stopped long enough to make sure no one was dead.

She could feel her body giving in to whatever it was that she was coming down with. She’d cancelled appointments, play dates and other things. She was hoping she would be feeling better by the time her birthday and things rolled around.

And then there was the matter of William who was haunting them all...or otherwise making her feel like she was going to hammer someone’s face in.

A hammer was not Billy’s thing though. He’d go for a nice messy slice of the throat. Which would not be Minerva’s way of killing anyone. If they found a body electrocuted to death, maybe.

Not that they would.

And it wasn’t because she was experienced, she was just not someone that would kill another unless pushed to the brink. She killed doppelgangers of a somewhat friend and a person she knew and now just looking at them brought a wave of guilt.

She wasn’t a murderer.

Well, in the Veil she was probably considered a murderer.

“Oh stop thinking about shit!” Minerva snaps at herself.

The agitation of being sick AND being haunted in a way was grating on what little nerves she had left.

There’s a look at the mirror and she for a moment is disgusted by herself. The missing eye, the death pallor from the lack of sun and feeling horrible. That lead to other feelings and thoughts bubbling up. Abel and another. Being alone. It made her chest hurt.

And by the end of it all there was a scream that she had let out that managed to scare the dogs and she was beating on the mirror.

And there was blood...

So much blood...

The shards of glass from the broken mirror had cut into her arms and her hands. It took her about five seconds to realize she was not going to be able to skip a hospital.

She’d managed to wrangle her car keys and her phone. She’d worn slippers for the jog down the stairs.

But it was something entirely comedic when she got to the hospital. She’d walked calmly into the ER department and looked around like she did when she was a child and might be lost.

There’s a buzzing in her head and it takes the attendant approaching her slowly and finally shouting at her to snap her out of her shock.

There’s a pool of blood that her slippers are soaking into and after a moment of trying to formulate words the woman simply collapses.