When you needed it most, the mood ring glowed a special colour. That’s what Phil had told her. When it glows, Phil said, it isn’t a ring at all, but a portal to another world. A world in which you are so, so brave. That’s what Phil always told Dany. That’s what Dany was saving for Mac.
Dany buries the bottle in her bag and picks through Faraday’s razors. One of the blades looks decent. She drops it in a Dixie cup and pours in some alcohol, stowing the bottle of alcohol in her bag. Then she looks at the girl in the mirror, the one whose right eye has swollen shut. She’ll need the use of that eye, but before she touches the razor, she wants it good and sterile.
But then, what does she have to be afraid of now?
Plucking out the blade, she wipes it on her sleeve and nicks the swollen eye
