A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Her eyes continued to stay on her lap. (F/n)'s free hand held the blanket closed around her body. The sea of red around her didn't do anything to ease her mind. Even her skin was painted in the color. It was as though she could see the countless streams of crimson that would flow from her if she didn't kill the creature. A chill snaked up her spine, and she clutched at the blanket more.

What was she to do? Her doubt in successfully ending his life was high, and she didn't wish to face her parents if she failed. She didn't desire to watch one of them be tortured in front of her while the other lied dead nearby. The thought of that ripped apart her heartstrings, and she almost choked up a sob before she forced it down.

Yet, she couldn't drop the glass piece. She had worked so hard to reach the cabin. If everything collapsed around her, she could very well break. That frightened her beyond her own comprehension. It crept into the far reaches of her mind that she never had explored before, and she didn't want to cross those boundaries. At the same time, her parents' deaths might drag her there also. Truly, she was dealing with a double-edged sword if he didn't die.

Like the small tip of the sword, her chance of snuffing out the creature was incredibly tiny, but if she could hit his heart, she would be free from his physical terror. Mentally, he may haunt her forever, but that was an acceptable price to pay given what she had faced already. There was another option: the one that she had resisted and thrown into the abyss before. She could point the glass at herself, but that would nullify everything she had struggled through. Then again, everything would come to a dreadful end if she didn't stop him.

Or, would it? She could see and spend time with her parents. The creature would be with her, but she no longer had to hide him. That burdensome secret was lifted off of her shoulders because of her parents. There would still be time to plot and plan against him even if she would never get the chance to execute her ideas.

(F/n) felt her heart drop. She would be trapped with him in that house, and her parents would be stuck too unless they decided to abandon her with the creature, but she knew that they would never perform that action. Despite that, though, they would be living, and she would be too. Her eyes moved to where the hidden glass was.

If she killed herself, she would no longer have any control over the situation. It was foolish to think that she did presently, but she could at least watch him and anticipate his next move. Once dead, she would be free from his sick ways, but her parents might suffer since their deal would no longer be valid. He could do whatever he pleased to satisfy his anger, and she knew that he would be beyond humanely pissed. That was a horrifying thought in itself, and she felt another chill ensnare her.

Soft footfalls greeted her ears. Nearly, she jumped when she saw that he was right in front of her. He was crouching, and his nails were uncomfortably close to her. Both of her hands wished to grab the glass, but she couldn't release the blanket. Or, maybe, she should. That would distract him potentially, or it might anger him more since it had been Krista's work. And, she didn't decide yet if she wanted to attempt to kill him. Her mind was an ocean of dreadful thoughts and terrors.

His left index nail slid under her chin. Her eyes soon met his. The creature's fury had died down a bit, but she could spot the small embers of rage still in them. "I'm closer now. What are you going to do?" She froze, and her heartbeat for once didn't grow faster. No, it sounded slower in her ears as though the weight of her next decision would end her life. In a sense, it very well could. Most of her freedom would vanish if she surrendered the mirror piece.

Something slightly warm trickled down her cheeks. The sob from before returned, and she wished to lean her head down. His nail remained in its place, though. She couldn't help herself, and she couldn't draw strength presently to stab him or even attempt it. Against him, she was weak. He had said so before to her, and he was excruciatingly right. Such truth hurt so d*mn much.

Soon enough, the sob left her. His nail removed itself, and she hunched over. She couldn't control her body. It slumped over more. Hands held up her upper arms, and his nails tickled the skin on her back threateningly. Her head shook in denial of the situation before her forehead rested on his chest.

"I hat-ha-hate you!" she shouted between sobs. His arms stayed around her, and his chin rested on top of her head. Her one hand forgot the blanket and gripped at his shirt angrily. The blanket slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her form. Instantly, her body felt colder, but she paid that little to no attention. "W-w-why can't y-y-you dr-drop d-d-dead?!" she screamed into him.

Before she could prevent herself, she lifted the glass shared and slammed it forward. A hand left her, but it didn't stop the blow entirely. Her ears heard a gasp. Crimson splattered against her and dripped down her left hand. All of her felt paralyzed. (E/c) orbs shifted to the glass and widened.

Blood was coughed up on her and decorated her hair before it trickled down her back. Slowly, she pulled herself back since his grip on her existed no longer. Her left hand shook and fell from the shard, but it was coated in her own crimson. In his chest, the shard firmly was planted.

Drops of crimson hit the floor in a rhythmic pattern. Almost, it was like there was a clock in the bathroom. His hands lifted up to the shard, but it was where she wanted it. At least, it looked to be. Had she ... Had she actually just killed him? Every second felt like a lifetime as she stared and waited for him to slump forward.

The fact that his hands were raised to the shard troubled her, but they soon went limp. Life seemed to fade from his pale blue orbs, and he fell over. His hands splayed out before him, and a pool of blood formed on the tiled floor. Out of disbelief, she crawled over to him on her good hand and shook him a little. No movement came from him, and the shard remained in his chest.

Instantly, her hands shot up to her mouth. She didn't care that she smeared blood on her lips. Somehow, she had killed him. The creature had lowered his guard, and her flurry of emotions had guided her hand to his death.

Lowering her hands, she gradually rose to her feet. She picked up the blanket but winced at it rubbing against her hand. (F/n) glanced down at it and noted that the cut needed immediate attention. Against her desire to dart out of the cabin and never return, she faced the sink and turned on the faucet.

Reluctantly, she permitted the blanket to fall again. A shiver traveled through her body, and the cold water didn't soothe her. Almost, she was tempted to remove her hand from it, but she needed to clean the wound as best as she could. Not only that but also she had to keep calm. Her mind still was registering that she had been successful. All of her worrying had been for naught.

Steadily, a smile tugged at her lips, and tears raced down her cheeks again. She laughed and hunched over the sink. Her good hand gripped the porcelain, and she smiled all the more. He was dead! No more would he torment her physically! The shackles that he had around her snapped, and she felt lighter than air. All the more, she laughed joyously.

Due to her jubilant state, she didn't notice a change in one of the mirror's fragments. Unlike the rest, it had remained attached to the medicine cabinet. When she shifted her gaze up again, however, she noted it. She shook her head. Already, he was plaguing her mind, and she just had removed Brent from it. Annoyed, she spoke harshly, "Go away. Give me at least some break."

A familiar giggle hit her ears. In the mirror, she watched him rip out the shard. It clanged against the ground. Such noise seemed too real, but her hallucinations always were. "From what I recall, I had given you one earlier." Another giggle met her ears, and she rolled her eyes.

Groaning, she spun on her heel and faced him. He was coated in his own blood, but the wound was already healing. It was too late for him, though. A smirk was about to stretch across her lips before she spotted something odd. Something was missing. Where ... Where had his body gone?

Instead of smiling, she panicked. She raced around him to where his body should've been. (F/n) fell on her knees, and her right hand searched the tiles. "No, no, no," she kept muttering, her whole body now shaking. "What? No ... No, he's dead ..."

"That's awfully rude when I'm right behind you." He giggled. "Did you really think that I would become a hallucination that fast?" The creature shook his head. "That trash must've really messed with your mind on the way here." A frown coated his lips but not for long. "But if you must know, you just missed my heart." Leaning over, he whispered in her left ear. "You had been sooo close."

Swiftly, she spun around but slipped on his blood. Quickly, she picked herself up and backed out of the bathroom. He watched her every move with pure amusement and sadistic pleasure. His steps were slow and calculated. "You're really lucky that you hadn't been standing when you had stabbed me. I'll consider your move to have been only an emotional breakdown." The creature giggled and grinned. "Really, I'm far too generous." His grin fell, and he frowned before his voice took a lower, more nightmarish turn. "But, my patience has run dry. Now, it's time to claim your debt."

Roughly, she shook her head and tried to get to her feet, but he easily knocked her back down onto her bottom. "Don't worry, my pink flower, we'll go home once I'm done. Finally, we'll be a family."