Jun. 23rd, 2015

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this one's a song drabble! i really love this song like holy crap

i actually kinda like how this one turned out, ngl

Red. Red everywhere. Red on the ground. Red on pink hands. Casey felt that if she looked at the sky it would be a brilliant shade of scarlet. 

Piper wasn't there.
Casey was terrified, but she was also glad. 

She wasn't supposed to be doing missions alone, she knew that. Yet Casey felt like she had to make up for all of the times she'd slacked off. They could be at the top right now, be the most beloved and feared heroes in the city. 
But now everything had gone horribly wrong and Casey wanted nothing more than to die. Right there, right then. For someone to put her out of her misery.

"I can't take them on my own." She whispered to herself, trembling.
She'd failed. On her own, she was useless. She didn't want Piper to see her now. Or ever again. Oh god, she'd be so ashamed.

It had all been an accident, she'd done what she could, but she'd failed. That's what she tried to convince herself, at least. Maybe she wasn't meant to be good.

The red on her hands and under her nails was dark. Dried. Peeling.
Not her own.

Something in the pit of her heart liked it.


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