Inside Us

My fault!? (Guilt)

(POV her)
Another day, nothing changed. She stood up and looked into the same old dull face while looking into the bathroom mirror. Memories were flashing in front of her eyes. It was her fault, wasn't it. That day, so many people lost their lives, because she couldn't bring it over her heart to call for help, because she was too scared to tell what she saw...

'She went to the bathroom after finishing her test. She just needed time for herself to get her thoughts and feelings under control. As she came closer to the girls bathroom, she saw two kids talking to each other, a guy and a girl. She knew the girl, they went into the same class, but she has never seen that guy before. Not even on lunch break. He didn't belong here. She ignored them and decided to continue her way to the restrooms, but after she accidentally came closer to the two kids, she heard wha they were talking about. They wanted to do a school shooting. After hearing this she was scared to continuing her way and went fast back to class, lucky for her, the other two didn't notice her. She knew she should warn someone, but was too scared. She went home early that day, not telling anyone about what she has heard.

Oh how she regrets it. All those kids...

Exactly ten kids and one teacher died that day and all that was her fault...'

She looked into the mirror, cold eyes staring back. Not herself, but all those innocent children. What had she done?!
All that is her fault. She tried looking away from the mirror, but those cold, hurt eyes staring deep into her soul wouldn't let her.
'It's all my fault! What have I done! Just because I'm just a scared cat'
All this wouldn't had happened if she just had the goddamn courage to tell someone.
'I'm a coward. I should have died there, not then. I should be dead!'

She sat down, silently crying.
"It's my fault..., It's My Fault, ITS FUCKING MY FAULT!"
She started screaming, knowing that no one would hear her.

After just sitting there, crying her eyes out, she heard soft footsteps, as the door opened, she could see her boyfriend, who survived the attack. She felt so sorry for what he had to go through, because if her.

She looked away, guilt rushing over her.

While she just looked at the wall, he sat beside her, hugging her and softly whispering in her ear:

"Guilt is twisted and mangled like disregarded wrappings strewn across a bare floor,
this guilt mangles and twists you into a shape, devoid of the girl, you were before.
Ash grey skin as bleak and lifeless as a floating body, once walked with pinker complexion, now floats and swirls face down, lost to all, a sad reflection.
Hindsight, its torturous memory, taunts with constant projection, of the once possible, now unobtainable choices, of a wiser, direction.
Eyes haunted with pasts entity, possess all the answers, but none of the keys, lost in times forgotten, to open seas.
Guilt is a burden,
mine's deserved,
forgiveness a virtue,
or so I've heard."

Another chapter, this emotion got requested by Mthether_Tamayo ty again for this beautiful idea, guilt is just a beautiful emotion, so many things to write!
And before I forget, the poem in the end wasn't from me, but: Charlie Hasler, I just changed some little things to make it fit to this story, sry that it's so short