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There’s pounding on the bathroom door.
Right?
Someone is definitely pounding on the door, it isn’t just Adora’s head.
Fuck, this isn't just in Adora’s head, right?
She'd looked up the symptoms before, and that's the one that scares her most.
The pounding sounds so far away and there’s blood on her knuckles and glass in them. Red and silver intermingling on shaky hands, a sanguine disco ball that Adora can't take her eyes off of.
Where had this come from?
Adora whips her face up and it makes her head spin. The mirror is still half there, where it’s supposed to be. Fuck, how was she going to explain that. Catra would never forgive her for breaking the mirror.
Gods damn it, that mirror was going to ruin everything. Her whole life was over because she broke the stupid mirror like the unforgivable monster she really was.
She looks back down at her shaking hands over the sink and watches the blood and her future pour down the drain.
It’s not until she watches the blood drip off her knuckles onto the white tiles of the floor that Adora realizes she’s losing her balance.
Then everything just goes black.