Jinx couldn’t get the voices out of her head. Mylo nagging her about how she’ll never be good enough, always a damn jinx. Vi. Violet. Her-her sister. That one memory- replaying over and over in her head- that warehouse in flames. A broken nose that left her scarred. Both physically and mentally. Forever.

Stop it. Jinx cursed herself, cursed the voices, anything to get some reprieve, some sweet relief. She knocked herself out, but awoke screaming after dreaming she died in that fire too. Crushed like… like…

Jinx screamed her throat hoarse, throwing her battered, dirty wrench with as much force as she could.

Before hearing a clang as the wrench connected between your eyes, cutting the bridge of your nose.

Her breath stopped. Rushing towards you to check if you were okay, the blood on your face falling as her tears did too. Isha watching from behind the workbench, eyes wide.

…Maybe I really am a jinx. She sobbed, falling into your arms. “Oh, god, oh fucking god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s the voices, the fucking voices-“