Who: Molly and Open (or can serve as a narrative) What: Caleb is a bastard and killed her, and Molly is reliving it When: Tonight Where: Gym Warnings: Death and angst
After reliving her death the previous night, Molly had been playing the avoidance game. It wasn't like her to be quiet and confine herself in an empty corner of the prison, but maybe death had changed her more than she had thought. That was what she considered to be her 'logical' reason, at least. She was sure that she was losing her mind and that was why she had relived her death last night, so clearly she wasn't someone that should be around people. Even the network was ignored, and her phone remained shut off as she tried to do whatever she could to keep busy. That way the flashback or memory or whatever the hell it was that got her to remember Caleb was suppressed and ignored for now.
She couldn't run fast enough to outrun it, though. Molly was in the gym, trying to work out the excess energy that she felt that was making her restless when she saw him. Caleb was suddenly just a few feet away from her. He snapped Dianne's neck so effortlessly, and a scream of horror escaped her throat before she could even try to get to them. Her friend's body slumped down lifelessly onto the ground, and Molly charged at Caleb at once. As if somehow she could change history this time around, as if she could actually kill him instead.
It didn't happen, though. She felt the blade dig deep into her abdomen, and the way that the blood started gushing out at once. Her hands immediately flew to the wound as the pain blinded her, and she felt the way that the blood felt warm and slick through her fingers as she collapsed to the ground. She was dying. It was getting hard to breathe, and the blood wasn't stopping, and--
Molly caught herself in mid scream as she writhed on the ground, holding onto her abdomen as if she was bleeding out and this was the only way to control it. As if this way she wouldn't die, and as she realized she was on one of the mats in the gym instead, she let out a shuddered sob as she looked over to where she had sworn Dianne's body had fallen. She wasn't there, though. Dianne wasn't dead, and Molly immediately checked her hands as if to see if they were covered in blood again.
Nothing. There was nothing, and it wasn't until then that she realized she was shaking. Big bad slayer, she thought, and she was crying like a baby in the middle of the gym.
No, she thought as she slammed her fists on the mat beneath her. NO. What in the bloody hell was happening? Was she really losing her mind? Was that a side effect from dying? She sat up and curled up into a ball as she forced herself to stop. Stop crying. Stop freaking out. Just STOP.
Except, she couldn't stop shaking. She wasn't sure if she would ever be able to stop.