Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

26 (Alternate)

Alternate

Murphy had been sent to escort Jaha back to the dropship to see the grave of his son, and I was still stuck at camp waiting for my dad to get back from training with the grounders. I was a nervous wreck about what had happened earlier, because the way my dad stared down Murphy could only mean trouble.

I paced around the cabin awaiting my dad's return. Night had fallen, but Murphy and Jaha were still gone; it made me nervous, because some of the grounders still refused to follow the peace treaty.

Then, the door to the cabin opened abruptly; Dad walked in looking completely exhausted and in no mood to deal with me, but I still decided to talk to him. "Dad," I begged, "I'm so sorry for what happened earlier."

"Eve," He snapped, "I'm in no mood to talk about this."

I huffed, "God, what crawled up your butt and died?"

"The fact you're sleeping with a murderer!" Dad yelled.

I shouted, "Do you not remember Kristy? Do you not remember how I held down their arms while they suffocated? Do you not remember those eleven kids?" Dad went silent, and I pushed back the tears, "I'm the murderer . . . I killed them."

My insides started collapsing, and the expression on my face went from stern to broken. Dad sighed softly as he went in to hug me, "Eve."

I backed away trembling, and I shook my head, "Don't touch me."

I was sitting on the floor next to my bed, and I could safely say that I was losing it. My hands cupped my ears trying to drown out the hallucinations of screams from the kids, and I was rocking back and forth trying to ease the crawling sensation on my skin.

There was nothing there, but it seemed so real.

Somehow, I managed to gather the strength to get up, walk to the sink, and splash cold water on my face. The water woke me up even more than usual, and I felt a strange presence behind me. I glanced up at the mirror, and the kids were staring behind me.

My heart pounded, so I turned around to see nothing but a blank wall behind me. I looked back into the mirror, but there the kids stood staring at me with hate in their dead eyes. Then, pouring down from my hair line was thick blood—their blood; I felt it run down my face.

I screamed at the top of my lungs in pure terror, raised my fist, and hit it as hard as I could against the mirror on the cabinet; the mirror broke into a million tiny pieces with the shards slicing my hand open in a bloody mess.

Then, as I looked back, all the people who died by my hand were staring back at me, so I screamed bloody murder once again. Dad busted into the room looking at me panicked, and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Eve, what's wrong?" He shouted.

"They're all here!" I shrieked.

Dad looked behind him, and stated, "There's no one there, Eve."

"I'm covered in their blood, I'm covered in their blood," I repeated while trembling. Dad picked me up and threw me over his shoulder; I would have asked where we were going, but I already knew the answer: the medical center.

To prevent an outburst while Abby was getting the shards of glass out of my hand, I was strapped down to the table, and there was an IV pumping into my arm of straight anti-psychotics. They both thought I was too doped out of my gourd to even comprehend what was going on, but I can remember my dad and Abby's conversation so clearly.

"Abby," Dad sighed, "She's not getting any better; you said what she did would take time to heal, but it's only gotten worse."

Abby explained exhausted, "You have to convince her that she's going to get better, because what she did is never going to leave her."

Dad ran his fingers through his hair, and whispered, "All of this is my fault."

"Marcus," Abby sighed and held both of my father's hands.

He huffed, "Earlier today, I walked in on her and Mr. Murphy, when we were home we yelled at each other, she had another breakdown, and then this happened." Abby wrapped her arms around Dad's neck, and kissed him on the cheek—AWE!

They stood hugging for a while, until Dad broke the silence, by whispering while shaking, "Every waking minute, I wonder if her next breakdown will be the one that ends it all. I'm worried sick that one day she'll get a hold of a gun and put it to her head, because she can't handle it anymore."

"Honey," Abby sighed, "You just have to watch her like a hawk, and if she gets too bad, we'll put her in the airlock chamber for the time being."

Dad whispered, "I can't lose her, Abby. She's all I have left."

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I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK LIKE TWO MONTHS TO PUBLISH AND IT KIND OF SUCKS I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT I AM AN AWFUL PERSON SO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME