The Life of Livana Garmadon

September 6th, 2023

Morro didn't come until around midnight.

I was still sitting in the room, rubbing unconsciously at my sore elbow from the stupid blood drawing that I hated, my gaze haunted as if I'd seen... well, a ghost, ironically. Fang had curled up and fallen asleep against the wall under a pile of blankets. I was still unable to fall asleep. Every single time my eyes closed, nightmares flashed behind them.

"Why are you here?" Even my voice had turned whispery. Haunted.

"I will be honest with you." Morro leaned against the door, "I'm not sure."

"Really?" A half sob, half laugh burst from my lips. "No reason at all? You have absolutely no justification as to why you're here?"

Morro simply stared me down.

I rose to my feet and then walked closer to Morro. I walked until I was standing right in front of him, my gaze burning into his. I snarled, "Nothing?"

When Morro didn't respond, I stabbed a finger at his chest. "How about an apology? How about the fact that you betrayed me, backstabbed me, again? I trusted you and it was a stupid mistake on my end. I never, never should have given you a second chance."

"I..." Morro started to say.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" I asked, "You enjoyed every single second when I gave you that second chance. You enjoyed it when I said 'I forgive you', which I will never do again. You took advantage of the fact that I'm kind." My voice broke.

"I know I broke your trust and I know that I hurt you, but-" Morro started.

"No shot." I crossed my arms after swiping away a couple of salty tears that had slid down my face.

Morro leaned forward. "But you're wrong that I enjoyed it. I don't want to hurt you."

"Bull." I snarled.

"It's true." Morro's voice dropped a tone, almost desperately. "It really is, I promise you. I don't want to hurt you. After what I did to one Garmadon sibling, it kills me that I have to do crap to another one-"

"Do you realize how hard it is for me to trust you?" I demanded, "I gave you two chances. Two. And you already messed up so astronomically with them."

"If I could, I wouldn't be here right now. I didn't want to. But Harumi dragged me out of my resting spot and forced me to stay here." Morro explained.

"No one forced you to stay here. Is there anyone that would even want you here?" I bit out, satisfied at Morro's wince.

"Do you know what happens to a ghost if they can't find their resting place?" Morro asked me. "They are forever stuck between the plane of the living and the dead. It's like torture and it lasts forever. We may think that forever ends after we die, but no. It's forever."

"And you don't think you deserve that?"

"After what I did, I know I do, but I..." Morro's hands clenched, "I can't face it."

My breath came out heavy as I started to say something, but then I stopped. Why... I questioned myself, Why do I still feel bad, despite the crap he pulled?

"You know what we should do then?" I finally said after a while.

"... What?" Morro asked.

"Possess me." I held out my arms like a martyr. "Possess me, and we can all get over our sufferings and pain."

"Excuse me? No." Morro took a step back, "Never ask me to do that again. My days of possessing people are over, especially Garmadons."

"Oh, please. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." I rolled my eyes. "You already hurt me, broke me, twice. You can't seem to try and save me from the pain? Possess me and honestly, I won't say a thing when you do. I'll be dormant then, I suppose."

"No, Livana. I am not doing that to you." Morro's voice was filled with horror.

Tears slid down my face and into my mouth, tasting as bitter as I felt. "Of course." I whispered before I even registered those words were on my mind.

"I'm sorry?" Morro leaned forward.

"0f course you wouldn't. You would keep this hero act up until the end and then break me all over again. Because that's what you do." I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out. "Drop the saint act, Morro."

"This isn't an act. I actually won't go through with this." Morro said gently.

That gentleness in his voice broke me. Snapped me in half. The last thing I needed right now was this screw-over's freaking sympathy.

"Don't sympathize with me!" I screamed and then attacked him, my fists flying as I pummeled his chest with them, tears flowing down my face and splashing onto the dirt floor.

I must have punched Morro at least a hundred times. By the time I removed my hands, panting with sobs or breath, my knuckles were shades of red. One had even started bleeding. How, I had no idea.

Morro just stood there, his face slightly moved back so I wouldn't smack his face. I looked up at him and reached up as if to slap him, but then dropped my hand and simply just whispered, "Go."

Morro looked over at me, "Are you done?"

"GO!" I shoved him at the door and then pointed at it. "Go. Leave."

Morro took one last look at me, his emerald green eyes actually looking sorry, before he slid out the door.

Once he closed the door behind him, I let out a soft sob, sliding my back against the wall and putting my face in my hands. I didn't want to face the world, couldn't face the world.

You are responsible. A voice hissed in my head, You did this, and you can't even fix your own mess. How pathetic are you?

"Shut up." I whispered, barely audible.

You did this. Fix your own mess. The voice only hissed.

"Shut up." I said this time, a bit stronger.

Your brother is going to end up here, in this hell, because of you. He's been an amazing big brother to you and what do you do? You get him kidnapped. Typical of you to not be able to do anything right. The voice snarled.

"Shut up." My voice grew an octave.

Please. Your patheticness is hilarious. The voice drawled.

"SHUT UP!!" I screamed at nothing in particular, my vision blurring with the night and turning watery.

"Livvy?" Fang shifted over and blinked blearily at me. "What happened to you...?"

"Please, please, please..." I rocked back and forth, "I don't want to be here. Take me home, please..."

"Oh, Liv." Fang crawled over to me, "I'm sorry. Come here."

"Why can't I go home?" I sobbed into Fang's shoulder. "I want my mother..."

"I'm sorry." Fang whispered, "I know this isn't fair. You don't deserve this."

It seemed like all I got was apologies now... and never solutions.

A/N: Really late cover change! Hope you like her new style! Thanks for reading :)

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