WHO: Trish Wellington and OTA WHAT: Trish arrives and isn't dead! WHEN: Nighttime WHERE: Outside Fangtasia RATING: TBA
[ooc: THIS is Trish's death scene, which sometime before she ends up here, she'll have no idea how long she was dead for, etc...]
"That's not fair."
Trish Wellington could hear Henry Dunn's voice whispering to her, just as a horrible hot pain pierced her side. She didn't even need to think to know what had happened. He had stabbed her. Henry had stabbed her. Henry. Henry who she loved more than anything in the world, he was the murderer. He had killed her friends, her family - her father.
"That's not fair," he said again, shoving the knife in deeper.
Trish's breath hitched in her throat, and as Henry lowered her to the ground she began to feel cold. Cold and heavy, her vision was blurring. She didn't even try to struggle, try to fight the darkness she could feel taking over her.
Henry. It was Henry? Why, oh God, why? She could feel herself sliding into darkness, almost wondering why there was no white light - wasn't there supposed to be a light? Maybe that was for people going to heaven, maybe Trish was going to hell. She deserved it didn't she, it was all her fault. All of it. If she wasn't going to marry Henry then none of this would have ever...
How could she have been so stupid, how could she have been so...
Trish opened her eyes. She was no longer in the forest, she was no longer cold and the pain was gone. She sat upright, and looked around wildly. She was still in her wedding dress, her wedding dress which was caked with dirt and her own blood. Trish glanced down at her side, she could see a tear in it where the knife must have gone in, the white material around it was so dark with blood it almost looked burnt. She hesitated a moment before touching her side, half expecting to feel pain.
She didn't.
A second later she was leaning over, gagging and then throwing up. Maybe it was the realization of everything, maybe it was the smell of blood and of death which was coming off of her, maybe it was the fact she had just died, or maybe she just needed to throw up.
A few minutes later she was sitting back down again, dizzy and shaking. Where was she? Was this hell? It had to be hell. Where else could it be? Then Trish noticed something sparkly on her finger, she looked down and her eyes widened in horror when she realized it was he engagement ring. The one Henry had given her.
A wave of emotions hit her; panic, fear, sadness, anger - she felt like she was going to be sick again. She pulled desperately at the ring trying to get it off, it took a few tugs, since Trish was near to hyperventilating.
As soon as the ring was off she threw it. She didn't care in what direction, she didn't care where it landed - she just wanted the diamond off and gone. Then she really began to hyperventalte, as she fell backwards on the ground staring up at the sky, gasping for breath - and trying not to think or feel, she just wanted to lie there and become perfectly numb until she didn't feel anything anymore.