🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Somethings Never Change

Sometimes you would lay in your bed, and just stare at the ceiling. It was 2: 24 A.M… You knew you should be sleeping, but your thoughts made it too hard to get some shut eye. More specifically your guilt. All those people you knew, all those people you lied to… No. You had no choice. 

You had to lie.  

There was no way out..

Not with the circle….

You could only lay there and wonder how long it would take for you to end up as Dr. Stone. She had grown compassionate for Cameron Gregor, and that had led her to her death. You have grown to love Greg, and maybe that’ll lead you to yours. 

It was only a matter of time before the circle would get to you. You knew they were already aware of the fact that you had told Greg about the circle in the first place. After all…they were always watching.  

It was something you always knew, but just now was it weighing down on you. Your lies were see through to them. The happy person you pretended to be. Fake. Your position as only an art teacher. Fake. Your reasons for being here. Fake. The only thing that would stand true were your intentions with Greg. 

You really did love him. You wanted to help, even before he got turned. He was a man who was left with many unhealed wounds. You were truly there to help. All you could do was hope he believed you. 

After it came out that you were a scientist working with monsters, you would’ve thought some trust issues would rise. But no, quite contrary, you could tell with every day, he was growing more and more dependent on you. 

On one hand you were glad there was no tension, you were glad he could trust you, even with this huge lie. On the other hand, this new duty to make this experience as easy flowing for Greg as possible was starting to take its effect on you. 

You could see it. When you looked in the mirror you could see the dark bags under your eyes, the smile you didn’t even bother to put on your face until you were at work or in public. Your messed up hair. 

You were only a shadow of the person you once were. But it was worth it right? Everything you did for Greg.. It was all because you loved him. On some occasions you had thought that maybe sleeping there would be best for you. You would make sure he was eating as he should, sleeping when he should, not hurting anyone, and being aware of when  there was going to be a full moon. 

You took a deep breath. 

You reached for the diary on your nightstand. At this point it was out of second nature. Ever since you were a kid, you would write down your feelings. You found that it  was easier to express yourself on a piece of paper rather than by words. It was easy to say something you didn’t mean out of pure emotion. At least on a piece of paper you could think and erase what you wrote down before hurting anyone. 

You would often keep a journal where you would store your secrets, feelings, and basically how you thought that day had gone. In your lifetime you had filled millions of journals, but you had found that your time at Westhaven Academy had been the cause for you filling so many in recent days. Not even your ex had made you fill up as many journals as this. 

You were on your fifth in the last two weeks. It was all on Greg’s turning. Notes you thought he’d need, ways he’d change. 

You let your muscles relax, as your pencil danced across the paper:

Is this as serious as I thought? Or am I overthinking? I find it that I am treating him as a child rather than my partner. That ones on me. I should give him his own liberty, just as before...No, I need to be there. I can't just leave him to fend for himself. Not like Irene.