𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭.
~
For five years, Evelyn turned up missing. Locked at the bottom of an endless void of water in a metal safe. Trapped in a coma of her own. Though she returns, nothi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I'm not even sitting on the chair.
I'm sitting on the dirty floor, my knees up near my chest with my elbows on my knees, my hands pressed together against my mouth. Almost as if I'm praying.
A granola bar comes into my view. I don't take it.
Killian sighs as he sits beside me. "You need to eat."
"I'll live."
"You barely eat on a regular basis. You need to start eating more." He presses me to take the granola bar. Knowing he'll keep bugging me, I take it and set it beside me.
Then I'm sitting in silence again. I can only hear doctors, incessant beeping, and machines.
"Stop beating yourself up about it, Grace." My middle name. To him, my real name. It's serious when he uses that name. Does he blame me too? Is he tricking me? "It's not your fault."
"She would've been dead because of me." I state. "I should've ran faster. I should've slowed down time. I should've jumped with her. I should've—" I sigh. "I should've saved her."
I slide onto my ass, my knees still up.
I blink away the tears as I fidget with my fingers, digging my nails into them. "My entire life, all I've done is make mistakes." I whisper. "I couldn't save my boyfriend. I drove my friends away." I exhale shakily. "I couldn't save my family. I couldn't save Lilly. I—" I aggressively wipe away the lone tear.
I don't deserve to cry.
"Grace," He whispers. "You can't save everyone."
"No, no. I-I have to. I have to prove—"
"Have to prove what?" He sits in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. "Prove you're not the villain?"
I don't want to be the villain. I want to be good. I need to be good. I hate being evil. I hate ruining people's lives. I hate having blood on my hands.
"You don't have to prove anything. You're not a villain. You save those you care about. You care. You're not selfish, you're not cruel. You are a woman with so much trauma that you'd rather save others from experiencing it and take it on yourself."
Tears slip down my face, and he wipes them away, whispering, "You are no villain."
"Mr. and Mrs. Black?" I snap my head up, a doctor standing with a clipboard.
I'm on my feet within seconds. "How is she?"
"She's stable. She had multiple cuts from the glass, some cutting a few arteries, but we managed to stop the bleeding. She has a bruised rib from another body. I'm assuming she was tackled?" She asks.
"Yeah." I hug my stomach.
"You two should be thankful. If it weren't for them, she wouldn't have made it." My eyes swell with tears, forcing me to look away. I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders and I'm pulled into Killian.
