While Nancy was playing piano leisurely all while being light fingered with it, Natalia barged into the room. Nancy looked at the girl who came in unannounced questionably as she stopped, her fingers hovered above the keys. Natalia was carrying a load of paperwork and files, seemingly returning from her job as a journalist. She had her jaw clenched for some reason as she stepped heavy steps to the bookshelf. She set everything that was in her arms onto the shelf with difficulty before ruffling her hair agitatedly. Nancy couldn't see her face since Natalia's back was to her. She imagined a distorted and troubled look plastered on her younger sister's face. Was it work related? Nancy did not voice this question. Instead, she approached Natalia and tapped her shoulder.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing's." Natalia responded without making eye contact with her. She was in the middle of shuffling through the papers. She was doing it rather...melodramatically? Nancy frowned as she watched Natalia flipping and flapping the papers in aggression.

"You know I won't take nothing for an answer." Nancy chided. Natalia finally stopped what she was doing and turned very slowly to her.

"Don't start with this game. Take your meds instead." Nancy blinked rapidly as Natalia left the room with that before placing a container of pills on her vanity table. It almost felt like her little sister patronized her-no, it's her little sister Natalia who's always soft spoken. She just imagined she heard her speak in an uncompromising tone.

"Take your meds, take your meds..." These words played an echo effect in Nancy's cave of a mind. Was Natalia the bat then? 

"It must have been my weak mind playing tricks on me. Yeah, that's the feasible case, surely."

Nancy thought to herself as she half sprinted to the vanity mirror. She grabbed the container, shook it, and placed it in her drawer. She pushed the drawer shut and peered at her mirror. The same grotesque reflection of her she saw in the car was on it. She shook her head to blur the reflection, and it slipped back to her original reflection. Nancy then remembered that the piano was still on. 

With an oh of realization, Nancy swiveled her head to the piano. From far, it looked like a plane rather than the ivory and black keys. A plane with black windows. It is hard to imagine, but to Nancy that is what she envisioned at that moment. She chuckled at her own imagination and skipped back to the piano. The blazing red button flickered, indicating that the piano was still on.

Nancy jutted out a pointer finger and let it travel across the keys and above the power button. She pressed it, but to no avail. Nancy kept on pressing, but still. Her alert eyes traveled to the red button. She could hear the uncreated sound of the beeps. It reminded her of a pulsating siren alarm.

Nancy shrugged to herself and bent over until she was at her lowest level. She reached out to the black power supply to unplug it. Unplugging the power receptacle would be the best option, or so she thought. Cascading down like crimson pomegranate molasses was a waterfall of blood oozing out of the sockets. It was as if the sockets were shedding blood.

Nancy's observant gaze turned more light headed and unfocused. Goosebumps pricked her arms. The hair under her tilted paper boat hat was bristling as if she was being electrified. Actually, she did feel her finger that touched the cable tingle. Her head throbbed. Was she swaying in giddiness or was her brain playing tricks on her? As if a new feeling of fear was invoked and a fit of agitation orchestrated, Nancy dropped to her knees. Her eyes became half lidded. She felt her vision spinning. 

"Nancy, how could you!"

Nancy was too dizzy to even stand up. Only her head swiveled slowly to the source of the obscure and distorted exclamation. Sounded like that same blood curdling and skin crawling shriek she heard from somewhere...it was recent, right? Nancy fought with her urge to reach to the paper boat hat stack and check the red paper boat hats. Now was the time to quench her curiosity about who said such a disheartening statement, whether in real life or in her imagination.

There before her half lidded eyes stood Omniya, her long brunette hair all breeched with blood and her chest bearing the blade of the surgical scalpel. Nancy's ill stricken eyes were being bored by Omniya's wide dark ones. Not dark as in pupil color, rather dark as in having a shadow cast over them. Her hair was fairly tousled and her long slender arms were limp. 

Nancy propped herself on one toe as she tried to stand up, but she couldn't. She was stuck under Omniya's intense and was frozen. It was so cold that Nancy could probably die of hypothermia, and the tension fermenting just made matters worse since it was too think that a scalpel could not cut through it.

Omniya who was very kind hearted and be the reason why others smile around her has turned into a faint wisp of what she has become, or at least in Nancy's driven imagination. Nancy could feel her heart pang like a gong in her chest when she kept on looking at the scalpel through Omniya's chest. The same surgical scalpel she spotted in the sewers on the day of the family's arrival at the condo.

"Did I break her heart...and forgot?"

Nancy felt liquid caress the outline of her lukewarm hands pressed against the cold ground. She looked down and saw the blood that was seeping out of the sockets pour down and reaching to her hands. She instantly retracted her hand and inspected her palms. They were calloused and the lines on her palms shaped a certain thing. Palmistry is famous for its interesting concept of adeptly reading lines of an individual's palm of their hand that apparently determine their fate and future, and in some aspects like the Arabic language they shape specific numbers. In the other hand (no pun intended), Nancy's lines traced on her palms were completely shaping something unexpected. On her palm was a pinwheel. A simple toy that resembles a wheel fan. 

"Just what is this pinwheel doing here?" Nancy felt her dry lips move, but was she really saying this aloud? 

Nancy was in complete swoon this time. She felt the image before her eyes of the pinwheel on her palm. It was turning tangible now. She could feel it like how she could feel the blood trickle down on the cold floor and onto her other hand. 

"Nancy, why?" Omniya suddenly weeped while burying her hands in her bloody hands and turning her back to Nancy. Nancy clutched onto her head and forced it to tilt upwards.

"What..." Nancy breathed out almost in distress and confusion. Her eyes shrunk further on another scalp cut through Omniya's lower back.

"Did I backstab her...and forgot?"

Omniya continued weeping. Without turning around to look at Nancy, she choked out, "You're insane, I should've known."

"Insane?" Nancy finally voiced her thought in a croaky voice.

Omniya did not respond. Nancy finally got up to her feet, her harsh breaths coming out of the agape crevice of her mouth. Her whole body was hunched over, unlike Omniya's upright posture despite being stabbed two times. Nancy was still in a swoon. A swoon that seemed to be permanent. A swoon that certainly was not a first. It wasn't her mental condition doing this. No, just what was?

Instead of falling over and drowning in the abyss of amnesia- Nancy liked to refer the dilemma of being knocked out and forgetting every sensation she was feeling as-, Nancy resorted to spring forward and encapsulate the image of Omniya with her pinwheel lined palms to choke her. Yes, it was high time Nancy fought her hallucinations and bite back. She could not stand it anymore. She did not do anything to Omniya, and she certainly deserved to be happy and comfortable with her life. After all, her mental condition did not shape her current life.

"Yes, it is high time I fight-" Nancy, we already pinpointed that.

Nancy grunted as she was now a hair thread away from likely pulling Omniya's hair and duke her out, however, as soon as she reached out her hands in grabbing motion with her whole body thrust out and her face showing reaching its fever pitch rage...

"You won't destroy my life-"

"Nan-!"

"No sire, you won't-"

"Nancy-!"

"Shut up-"

"Nancy, stop I'm your-"

"Shut up, shut up, I know who you are, but not what you are!"

"Nancy, stop I'm your sister!"

Nancy came to a standstill. Her eyes widened and her tiredness and sense of ailing turned to alertness. The whole morbid image of the bloody weeping Omniya withdrew by itself from her peripheral vision and there, as fresh as daises yet surprised as a deer caught in the headlights, was Natalia.

Natalia stared at Nancy like she was a new person. She had her arms shielding a portion of her face while still standing upright. 

Nancy lowered her hands and swallowed multiple lumps. She peered down at her palms. The pinwheel lines were gone.

"Nancy, I told you to take your meds..." Natalia trailed off as she folded her arms over her chest as if hugging herself while her eyes soften at Nancy. Nancy was in a pitiful state as her constricted pupils shifted around her palms and traveled sharply to the black power supply. Her hands became limp as they fell to her sides and she stared off the distance with soulless eyes. 

Without batting her eyes, Natalia stepped forward- any other sane person would back off- and took Nancy's limp clasped hand. Like a magician, the container of pills appeared in Natalia's other hand. She gently placed it on Nancy's exposed palm and wrapped her hands around it, making Nancy's fingers envelop it fully. Natalia did not retract her hands and she said softly, "It is for your own good, dear Nancy."

"A hallucination at daytime. Just what I needed." Nancy's grief-stricken voice slowly but surely turned to a more furious one and she grinned her teeth while staring off the distance. She then looked down at the container of pills and kicked it. "Damn it all!" 

The container rolled and rolled until it reached the paper boat hat stack. Nancy remembered. She was ought to-

"Cheer up Nancy. This will all end when dad collects Redrum tomorrow and brings it with him." As if Natalia foresaw Nancy's next move, she held her arm with both hands to keep her in place.

"How does drinking fix anything?" Nancy asked brusquely and incredulously as she now had her eyes fixated on Natalia's faces, seething out.

Natalia clicks her tongue. "Redrum, the cat Nancy."