Crystals, Window, Decapitation
“Why!” (slam) “won’t!” (slam) “you!” (slam) “die!”
She brings the window down on your neck again and again, each impact sending fresh cracks shooting through your body’s smooth glass, reopening the old ones you had so laboriously sealed earlier in the day.
A passerby glances at you, curious about the noise; you do your best to smile back, to ward off his attention. It’s easy enough not to wince, to play this off as just some game.