My shapshifter Camiloxreader

My Story

Y/n POV

Mateo sits beside me

"What happened Y/n?" Julieta asks softly.

"When I got there everything was on fire, our house was gone. I saw a man about to attack a kid named Diego, so I stopped him, I lunged at him. All the men stood in front of me, the town behind me, like I was a shield. I attacked two more and they left. There was one man who stayed behind" I clear my throat. My heart pounds. I feel sick.

"I told him to leave and he didn't so I- we fought" I touch my cheek. "He- He left." Lies, I killed him. "I told them to put out the fires and gather whatever they wanted. Then I came back here and then I left. I helped bury the bodies and then we left."

"And then?" Alma asks softly

"And then we walked for three days. The first time we stopped I wrapped up some cuts so they didn't get infected. We set up camp for the night, I slept for five hours I think. We kept walking, it was too much for some of the littler kids so I shifted, that's why my hands were like that. We stopped again for the night and I didn't sleep, I couldn't. That morning we got here" I look at my hands

"I brought twenty three people, twenty three. I should have got there faster, it's my fault half of them are dead" I say my voice breaking. Camilo shakes his head

"It's not your fault" Isabela says

"Please don't" I whisper "if I got there faster, there would be more people here, there would be more people alive, I know that, you all know that" Lying to me won't make it better. I could have ran faster and I should have but I didn't.

"Thank you for telling us," Pepa says and touches my knee. I smile weakly and go to my room. I sit on my bed. I could have saved so many people if I just got there faster. I wipe my cheek and take off my shoes and cross my legs. I hold my head in my hands and Mirabel walks in.

"Hola"

"If you gonna try make me feel better don't" I say bluntly, it's rude but right now I don't care

"Don't worry, I know whatever I say will go in one ear and out the other" I laugh slightly and she hugs me. I'm in a little ball and she's holding me.

"It'll be okay" She says "not right now, but sometime it will be. I promise" I tear up more and sit up.
"I killed him" I whisper
"Killed who?" She asks softly
"The man. The only one who didn't leave. I killed him" She pulls me back into a hug
"You did the right thing. I know it doesn't feel like that but you did" she hugs me tighter and cry into her shoulder.