Alessio had fallen, quite possibly for the last time.
Coleen felt halfway to wherever he was. She'd pushed the spear a good chunk of the way into... possibly even through Alessio's back, yet maintained a bulldog-ish grip on the handle up until he was yanked away from her. The spear only left her hands when Alessio's knees hit the ground.
Without as much motivation to keep her eyes open, the vision in her right eye started to fade. Her left wasn't even trying to stay open. If only Georgia Lee were around, she might tell her what a total mess she was and that they needed to fix her up as soon as possible; anything could be masked with enough foundation and with a little determination... plus oodles of cash. She thought she felt the corner of her mouth raise at the thought of one of her fallen friends. The 'fallen' part may have been a little bit redundant by now, though - nearly all of her friends were fallen.
She supposed she could consider the other boy there a friend. An acquaintance, perhaps, to be more accurate. Coleen stared at the boy's knees the best she could and carried her own weight the best she could, swaying back and forth.
"I feel... sick," she said weakly. She also felt tired, accomplished and just a little repulsed at herself all in one. She wasn't sure if Alessio had stopped breathing yet. She stopped caring once the spear came out. She did what she came here to do and she had also fucked up something fierce, and that carried a steep price tag in the form of a ruined, bloodstained blouse and perhaps a perforated liver. Darn. She only had one of those, and she wasn't even old enough to drink yet.
Coleen leaned on the boy and didn't care if he decided to stab her next. Her bag laid a short distance away from her and she didn't care about where that was, either. Nothing important was left inside, except maybe her makeup kit. Gotta pretty herself up for the funeral.
"... Know where Vanessa is?" Coleen asked. "Where's Vanessa? Never got to... see her." She mumbled, maybe even rambled a little bit. It was okay if the boy didn't bring her to Vanessa. Not ideal, but anywhere was better than here. Alessio deserved to die alone, not even in the company of the hated. If he was still alive, he wouldn't be for long. He could die like a coward, with only the waves for company.
"Sorry. I've been... mmph. Rude," Coleen apologized as she struggled to walk in the direction of her choice. "I didn't get your name."
((Coleen Reagan, to be concluded in Summertree