Sera didn't fall.
The blow to the back of her skull sent white sparks shooting across her vision, but she didn't crumple like Jodie had probably expected. She staggered once—just once—before catching herself on the door to the closet, blinking through the wave of nausea that hit next.
Behind her, Jodie's voice wavered. "What the fuck…"
There was a metal pipe in her hand. Shiny and new. In fact, it still had the tags on from the hardware store where someone had bought it at.
Sera didn't turn around.
She stood slowly, blood trickling down the back of her neck. It wasn't red, it hadn't been red for a very long time. Instead, it was a light purple color that quickly changed to a dark purple as it started to dry.
Either way, it wasn't the kind of color that belonged inside the human body.
Someone gasped. Another girl—maybe one of Jodie's new best friends—let out a quiet scream and backed away.
