Ghosts

Beg

Ghost's pov
Song inspo Just Pretend by Bad Omens
(Yes I've used this song in the last book but it's just that good and that perfect for them)

As a team, we decided we'd try to break her from Graves' hold, and not the way he wanted us to. We could risk breaking her, letting her remember things she had chosen to forget forever. I don't think Price would have been able to handle it, whatever it was, it seemed like it would break him too, to know that he failed her.

Senna wasn't the type to ask anything of anyone so whatever it was he couldn't break that trust. I understood now why he cared for her so much, while he felt the need to protect her just like all of us. Except him protecting her wasn't the same as Johnny and I. We knew she didn't need us to save her, but in this instance she needed Price to keep her mind safe.

We decided to take turns watching her while the rest of us slept. Laswell, would work fast, she always did, but for now all we could do was wait and try to get Senna back on our side as we did.

She was awake when I entered the room. I wanted to remove her from the chair, let her get comfortable on the bed behind her but I couldn't risk it. Even against myself, and with her ankles tied together she was skilled.

I stood against the wall for a bit before my legs ached for me to slide down against it, to sit on the floor facing her.

Her emerald eyes were like daggers and I hated the way she looked at me, I missed how she had looked at me before all this happened.

"Why won't he say it?" She asked me and honestly I was surprised she was taking at all, assuming Graves had ordered her to only say what was needed to torture us

"Because he loves you." I answered, forcing my eyes away from her.  I loved her too, but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to have the resolve Price did. I wanted her back as soon as I could have her. I was sick of this back and forth but I knew it would just continue like this anyways. One of us always needing to save the other.

I didn't like having to be saved, it made me feel weak, and I knew it was the same for her. But if anyone was ever going to pull me out of death's grasp, I would want it to be her. I would do nearly anything for her to wrap her arms around me and pull me close.

"What did he do to you?" I asked her, my eyes not being able to be off her too long. When they found hers she was still looking at me, studying me. When she heard my question her head tilted just slightly to the side, causing some of the loose strands not tucked in her braid to fall in her face.

The cut across her cheek from Price had dried as had the blood that had dripped down her face, some of it smeared when we moved her. I wanted to clean it up, but I wasn't sure if she'd let me.

"Not in the talking mood?" I added then with a sigh once I realized she wasn't going to answer me.

"I can talk. Just only about certain things." She said and for once her voice was calm, like she wasn't waiting for the chance to slit my throat.

"What can you talk about?"

"I don't know."

"What kind of answer is that?" I huffed, wondering if she was as confused as I was about this.

"Why haven't you killed me?" She asked then and I was only slightly irritated that she ended up being the one asking the questions.

"Why would I?" I asked, wondering what exactly Graves had made her think of us, if he'd stolen those memories too.

"Because I want to kill you." She answered as if it were obvious.

"Only because Graves implanted it into your mind." I told her dangerously and she looked confused again.

"Graves is in charge, I follow him." She recited like a robot and it pissed me off. How was I going to do this for another few hours?

"Only because he brainwashed you into believing that." I said again and she furrowed her brow. I wasn't sure what kind of territory I was stepping into, what trying to wake her up would do to her mind. I had to be careful.

"Who am I to you?" She asked then as my gaze found hers, she looked like she really didn't know.

"Do you remember me?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"Yes."

"How much?"

"Everything." She answered in a way that sounded like it almost pained her.

"But?"

"But you're the enemy. You have to die."

"How does that make any sense to you?" I pushed but she winced, like it hurt her to think about too much.

I was seriously going to have fun torturing Graves, I couldn't wait.

"It doesn't, but it's right." She answered, her voice sounding tired.

"Senna." I said lowly and her almost closed eyes snapped to mine as I moved to inch closer, still staying low to the ground.

She didn't say anything as she watched me kneel in front of her though I could see her breathing hitch. It must have been confusing, hating me but wanting me at the same time. It hurt me just as much as it did her, if not more.

I pulled my mask off, hoping my face would trigger something, some type of recognition. Her eyes searched my face before returning to my own.

"Wake up, please." I pleaded, my voice barely over a whisper as I leaned up a bit. I wanted to press my forehead to hers, fuck I wanted to kiss her. Anything to make her see me, to put an end to all this once and for all.

Her lips parted just the slightest bit and I could feel her breath on my face. But as I moved closer, my hands hovering over hers, she pulled her head back and smacked it into mine.

I stumbled back, pressing my palm to my forehead as I once again sat back against the wall.

"It's pathetic, really. The love the three of you have for me is so blinding. You're all idiots. This is war. You should just kill me before I get to you." Senna said venomously, as if she had been planning it all along. The recognition on her face must have just been a ploy to get me close.

"Why are you crying then?" I spat back, a few tears helping to rid her cheeks of blood.

She had to look down at herself to see the few drops that had fallen to her shirt, confusion finding her face again. She was in there, she just didn't know it yet.

Maybe Johnny would have better luck, he did last time.