Violet's fate

When Hannah awoke, she found herself not in her own body temporarily, but in someone else's. It was clear she was going to experience the **** of this soul.

Violet tapped her fingers on her upper legs together, sitting on her cot. Though arrested for manslaughter, she claimed to have done nothing wrong.

Rather, she acted in self-defense, and she had hired a successful defense attorney to help her out. If O.J. Simpson got away with ****, much to the dismay of the families of the victims, then why couldn't she?

Even better, today was the day her trial would begin. Violet stood up and approached the bars, an anxious look on her face.

Suddenly, her eyes widened as she felt as though her back had convulsed. Unbeknownst to her, her spinal cord had ruptured, and her body trembled.

Violet gripped onto the bars. "Is anyone out there??"

One officer in the police department noticed her plea and asked, "Whatcha want?"

"My back...it's hurting... Help me!!" she cried out, her German accent full of pain and terror.

The officer seemed to have taken her words to heart and went to call up an ambulance. Unfortunately, the internal injuries within the young woman had taken their toll on her, and her skin became very pale, like a ghost.

Her hands finally letting go of the bars, Violet slumped to the ground, completely dead. Even worse, her attorney had just arrived.

As she approached her cell, she said, "Miss Boregard, I'm ready to b--" before she looked down and saw Violet's corpse on the ground, blood having pooled from her back.

It didn't take long for the attorney to scream in terror and tell the officers to have called 911, which they did. Unfortunately, it was too little, too late.

Everything went black again, and this time, Hannah had returned to her physical body. She got up but also discovered that she had an axe in her hands.

Finally, standing before her was Violet, who, instead of timid, looked vengeful.