Nebula was in the corner. She had the same expression as the woman who had just left me and the man who was holding a knife. They both looked like they were in pain. Her face was pale, her hair was messy, and her clothes were dirty. Nebula's expression wasn't the only thing that was familiar to me now. In the back of my head, a voice whispered, "You're the one who-" and I felt a chill run down. My eyes were locked on Nebula. A wave of panic swept over me like an invisible hand. Was it possible that Nebula had seen this? She was the first person I thought of. If Nebula was here, she was probably the person who'd been. The door to the bathroom opened. Someone had entered. I was alone. There was nobody there. But I wasn't. That was when I saw the dagger in Nebula. "'I've been waiting for you," Nebula "I've been expecting you to show up. What are you doing here? I've got the knife, you know. We're going to have a little talk. Come out now, or you're dead."
Art by me. Story by an AI called Sassbook.
