Violet's P.O.V
The overwhelming feeling of guilt and sadness kept me up the whole night. The sound of my blood dripping inside the iv line was the only sound I could hear inside my closed-up bedroom. Everyone left me in the night, probably busy preparing for the next day. It was nice being alone like this after the previous bombardment of attention from my recent accident. Again.
I held my hand up in the dimly lit room. I could see my fingernails still the color of blue. They said it was due to my lungs and heart stopping completely after being exposed to whatever kind of hard poison, my grandmother apparently gave me to control my body from whatever took over it. Whatever had possessed my body, tried to kill it.
