Closed || Mickey’s death *le sob*. 

Mickey felt the fiery burn as the bullet entered her skin, she’d been down in the basement. She didn’t know what was happening she’d turned her back and bang, she heard the bullet fly through the air and it pierced her skin easily cutting through her flesh as it exited the front of her chest. She gasped for air as she the blood started to pour out of her, staining Zee’s white t-shirt that she had borrowed after the previous night.

The pain spread through her as it felt like something was burning, the dampness of her blood soaked clothes becoming more and more uncomfortable, her knee’s gave way and she collapsed onto the ground, her breath starting to come short and fast as she could feel her life draining from her. She let a small whimper trying to raise her voice enough to bring some attention to her but she couldn’t she was panting and she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t even move herself. She could feel her heart beat slowly but she didn’t want to give up…

She had so much to stay in the Asylum for, which made a change… when she had been living with her parents all she had wished for was death, was the final few seconds of peace so she didn’t have to live in such a vile world again but now things had changed, she had Zee… she made her happy.

Tears spilled over the bottom of her eyes, “Help” She whimpered… the blood was forming a pool on the floor and she finally let herself drop, she couldn’t fight it anymore… she closed her eyes as she finally gave up, she let the cold darkness engulf her. She didn’t want to fight it now, she didn’t have the strength.