Later in the hospital Grace was fine Violet stayed in the hospital. Grace tolded her she was fine but violet stayed by her side she knew Future grace was smart. Later that night Future grace chokes her saying did you really think I would let you go so eas
As the night grew darker, the hospital room was dimly lit, the sterile scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint beeping of monitors. Grace lay in the bed, her demeanor calm yet unsettling, her eyes glimmering with a mix of mischief and menace. Violet sat beside her, the anxiety coiling tight in her stomach as she observed the strange transformation in her sister. Future Grace was not the girl she used to know; there was a darkness that loomed over her, a predatory instinct that made Violet shiver.
"You're fine, Grace," Violet reassured, attempting to mask her own fears. "You just need some rest."
Grace smiled—a predatory grin that sent chills down Violet's spine. "Oh, but how can I rest when you’re here, Violet? You are my greatest treasure, and I wouldn’t want to lose you."
The air thickened with impending dread. Suddenly, Grace lunged forward, her hands closing around Violet's throat with surprising strength. “Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” she hissed, her voice marred by a chilling undertone.
Violet’s heart raced as panic set in. Gasping for breath, she was momentarily paralyzed by shock, the world narrowing to the pressure of Grace's grip. The dim light cast eerie shadows that danced across the walls, reflecting the turmoil inside her.
"Grace, please—" Violet croaked, desperation clawing at her voice. "You’re not yourself!"
But Grace’s eyes darkened, clouded by a manipulation that sent tremors through Violet’s resolve. “Don’t you see? You have so much to offer, and yet you cling to this insignificant existence. Together, we could be powerful—if only you would let go of the pain.”
In that moment, Violet could feel the weight of despair hanging heavily in the air. She saw glimpses of Future Grace’s mind playing out dark scenarios, whispers that urged her to take the final step into oblivion. Igniting a familiar guilt within her, the manipulations were subtle yet potent.
Hours could have passed, or only moments; time bent and twisted around their confrontation. With a desperate surge of will, Violet summoned every ounce of strength left within her. "No!" she screamed, the fight returning to her eyes. She wrenched herself away from Grace’s grip, stumbling back as her sister's expression flickered from malice to confusion.
"You want to hurt yourself," Violet shouted, words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "You want me to hurt myself. But I’m not going to let you take me. I refuse to give in!"
The room charged with an electric tension as the realization washed over Grace. For a fleeting second, clarity broke through the malevolent haze as she blinked, recognizing the battle between their minds. Violet had always been the stronger one, anchored by an unwavering light that refused to be extinguished.
"Violet..." Grace's voice softened, shaking with uncertainty. "I... I don’t want to kill you. I just want you to understand."
"You don't have to hurt anyone to make them understand you!" Violet pleaded, desperately reaching out. "You are more than this. We can find a way through, together."
In that moment of vulnerability, a flicker of the sister Violet once knew returned, and with it came hope. The ghosts of despair began to recede and as Grace’s grip on reality loosened, Violet stepped forward, ready to fight for her sister’s soul, determined not to let Future Grace win.
They would face this together, a bond stronger than manipulation and darkness. No matter how deep the shadows ran, sisterhood had the power to guide them back into the light.