Warnings: blood/ pain, descriptions the Wraith being a menace, arguing, mental illness, mentions of murder and lots of death. Suicidal themes and attempt (marked)
Y/n's POV
8 days after his death
The Right Arm set out after breakfast. I trailed behind, wanting to avoid Vince and Alex.
The Wraith struck after midday. Blinding agony stabbed through my temples as we grappled for control over my body. The effort to hold her off caused my knees to give way.
'You know you can't save them. I'll take my time killing them, starting with the people you never bothered to know, ending with Vince and Alex and Newt.'
"Hey, Vince!" Harriet called out in the distance. "Just wait a minute."
People were in front of me, their hands on me. I tried to stand. Their voices were indistinguishable from the ones howling in my head for blood. Harriet offered me some water but my arm wouldn't life to take it.
The Wraith forced my head up as Vince and Alex made their way over. Alex paled impossibly further, smartly avoiding eye contact. I will kill you. All of you. Mark my words.
I pushed back against the Wraith until she gave way and retreated into the shadows of my mind. I gasped in short lived relief as I began coughing violently. Blood stained my sleeve when I finished, struggling to find enough air. I took the water from Harriet and downed enough to wash the metallic taste from my mouth.
"Useless girl," Vince muttered under his breath. "Heal her Alex. Keep it moving!" he yelled to the rest of the Right Arm.
Alex spent a dozen seconds healing the damage that had been done to my ribs in the battle and took off after his father.
The struggle with the Wraith had taken its toll. Getting to my feet was a challenge enough, let alone walking. An arm slipped under mine, helping me to my feet.
"Thanks," I whispered to Brenda.
"Wanna tell us what that was?" she asked, wrapping her arm around my waist.
"I'm fine, it was just my ribs."
Jorge took the place by my other side, his brown coat swishing dramatically in the breeze. "I'm sorry about Nik. He was a good kid. We're both on your side, you didn't mean for any of this to happen."
I glanced between them. "Thank you."
13 days since his death
A week passed in the blink of an eye. The Right Arm kept up its gruelling pace, heading north. With every step, I was conscious of where Denver sat west of us. More than once I debated whether I should simply leave the continent in its entirety.
Life had become a living nightmare. I wasn't hungry, resulting in me having for force food down my throat and then feeling nauseous for hours. I couldn't sleep and when I passed out from sheer exhaustion any dreams were shredded and manipulated by the Wraith who stitched them into nightmares designed to torture me until I broke. I couldn't catch a break from Vince, Alex and the others who blamed me for Nik's death. My shoelaces were tied together in tight knots, people 'accidentally' tripped me or crashed into me, my clothes suddenly had holes in them.
Of course, the cherry on top of the cake had to be placed by the Wraith.
'I've changed my mind,' the Wraith whispered one miserable lunchtime of sitting across from Alex, who looked like he was sleeping even less than I was.
'What do you mean?' I asked, forcing another spoonful of soggy vegetables down my throat.
'About overthrowing Wicked.'
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