And she smashes into the floor, a crimson bullet exploding on impact, her organs spilling across the carpet. The people who surrounded her rushed and carelessly shoved them all into their pockets.
     She wakes up hours later in an empty house, her silent palms resting on the black, wooden floors. And on each hand she has twelve crows, all flying towards her withering wrists. She climbs up the walls to try and get closer to God, but fails and falls through the floor, landing inside a dark room with a thin layer of thick water that is all trying to sink into the tiles.
     Her black-heart pupils suffocate her eyes, attempting to find light. Her hair begins to fall out and she keeps all the strands. After two hours of screaming, sweating, and bleeding, she makes a broom out of her hair and the wooden splinters that remained in her chest.
     The crows creep closer to her wrists, deeply wanting to bite and tear her skin apart.
     She holds the broom close to where her heart used to be, hoping to feel love again. It was the only thing that she could call her own. She cries bright blue tears that fizzled when they hit the oil-water beneath her.
     This is when things changed.
     The water began to spin and twist. Two bodies slowly began to rise out of the liquid, a man and a woman, holding hands. They glare into each others eyes. The girl takes her broom and made elegant movements with it, and the water-friends reacted. They faintly waltz across the room, jumping and spinning.
     The girl glides over to the couple and hands her broom to the man, and he smiles. He grabs it and snaps the broom in half, gold-like dust beautifully pouring out. He opens her hands, and pours the dust into them. It sinks into her veins. Her fingertips turn gold and her body begins to brighten.
     She hovers into the air and the room begins to brutally spin. Everything becomes a blur as she twists violently. After minutes of seeing strictly blues and reds, she falls back into the room where the humans took her heart. Her lungs. Everything.
     Pant pockets lay all across the floor, and she walks around and takes out the contents. She sits on the floor, screwing and taping all of her organs back in her body.
     She reached from her back pocket and pulled out one splinter of wood and one strand of hair. She tied the hair around the splinter and placed it next to her heart.
     She sewed her stomach shut, never to be disturbed again.