If she had known she wasn’t going to survive prom, she wouldn’t have spent so much time worrying about the colour of her dress. As it was, she had spent a great deal of her time and money to come up with a forest green dress with one strap that flowed down from her waist and hugged her top quite snugly. Something she didn’t have to worry about falling out of if she had danced a little too much.
But now it was covered in blood. She didn’t know how much of it was hers, but it was enough to know that she was having a problem. The girl she was dancing with wasn’t around anymore either. At least, not most of her. There was the hand that she had been holding, that was still around. With three fingers left. Another one was nearby her own ear. The rest of the woman’s body was gone though.
The school was too big though and she didn’t remember the other’s name. Maybe that was for the best. People said you didn’t grieve as much if you weren’t that close. That didn’t seem to be the case here. It didn’t matter what the other’s name had been. She felt like crying. And it wasn’t because of the pain she was in.
More and more of the green soaked up the blood and all she could do was look down at it. She couldn’t move. In fact, other than somewhere around her neck upwards she couldn’t feel the pain. Maybe something had happened to her spine. She didn’t remember. It hurt though. The back of her head hurt.
“Oh, that’s not fair at all.”
Carine couldn’t tell what was going on, but the voice she heard followed her into oblivion.