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jaggedwolfViolet watches the woman die.
She can’t make herself move, or look away, and she doesn’t know if it’s some kind of perverse need to look at what she’s done or simply the shock setting in. Probably both. She knows better than most people, how fragile the human body is, how easily flesh rips apart, bones break, organs fail. Causing it herself is an entirely different sort of knowledge.
A hand falls on her shoulder and Violet’s jolted out of her thoughts. She’s not alone in the alley anymore. She jerks away, skidding along the brick wall she’s been sitting against. God, she should’ve left quicker.
The hand doesn’t try to hold on. “Violet, it’s only me.”
It would be hard to mistake Sana’s voice for anyone else. Violet forces herself to look at her. Sana’s half-crouching with a guarded expression. She’s perfectly still. Her eyes flicker between Violet’s face and Violet’s trembling hand, a hand that’s still holding a bloody knife and how could she have forgotten about the knife, it was the only reason she-
Violet drops the knife. Her gaze slides from Sana’s face to the woman’s body behind her.
Sana barely reacts to the sound of the knife clattering against the ground. “Can you stand?”
“I-I didn’t get injured,” Violet says, trying to focus on what Sana needs to know.
Sana raises her eyebrows. “You have a black eye.”
Violet blinks slowly, registering the pain in her face for the first time. “Huh. I guess I do. I don’t remember her hitting me there, when did she-”
She keeps rambling as her hand continues to shake uselessly. Sana holds it with both of her own, gradually stilling it. Something shifts in Sana’s expression, but Violet can’t tell what. Sana interrupts her. “Violet, I’m sorry, we need to leave.”
Sana’s voice is as steady as always. Okay. Violet can do this. She can follow instructions. She’s always been good at that. As Violet rises to her feet, Sana comes closer and loops an arm around her shoulders. Violet doesn’t need to, technically, but she lets herself lean into the support offered.
As the two of them make their way out of the alley, selfish gratitude curls up in Violet that it was Sana who found her, and not any of the others.
She can’t make herself move, or look away, and she doesn’t know if it’s some kind of perverse need to look at what she’s done or simply the shock setting in. Probably both. She knows better than most people, how fragile the human body is, how easily flesh rips apart, bones break, organs fail. Causing it herself is an entirely different sort of knowledge.
A hand falls on her shoulder and Violet’s jolted out of her thoughts. She’s not alone in the alley anymore. She jerks away, skidding along the brick wall she’s been sitting against. God, she should’ve left quicker.
The hand doesn’t try to hold on. “Violet, it’s only me.”
It would be hard to mistake Sana’s voice for anyone else. Violet forces herself to look at her. Sana’s half-crouching with a guarded expression. She’s perfectly still. Her eyes flicker between Violet’s face and Violet’s trembling hand, a hand that’s still holding a bloody knife and how could she have forgotten about the knife, it was the only reason she-
Violet drops the knife. Her gaze slides from Sana’s face to the woman’s body behind her.
Sana barely reacts to the sound of the knife clattering against the ground. “Can you stand?”
“I-I didn’t get injured,” Violet says, trying to focus on what Sana needs to know.
Sana raises her eyebrows. “You have a black eye.”
Violet blinks slowly, registering the pain in her face for the first time. “Huh. I guess I do. I don’t remember her hitting me there, when did she-”
She keeps rambling as her hand continues to shake uselessly. Sana holds it with both of her own, gradually stilling it. Something shifts in Sana’s expression, but Violet can’t tell what. Sana interrupts her. “Violet, I’m sorry, we need to leave.”
Sana’s voice is as steady as always. Okay. Violet can do this. She can follow instructions. She’s always been good at that. As Violet rises to her feet, Sana comes closer and loops an arm around her shoulders. Violet doesn’t need to, technically, but she lets herself lean into the support offered.
As the two of them make their way out of the alley, selfish gratitude curls up in Violet that it was Sana who found her, and not any of the others.