When you were still sane

Incriminate

incriminate (v) meaning;  cause to be or appear to be guilty.

"And thoughts come to mind of our short little lives."

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Jax PoV

They locked me up in a real slammer. They believe I'm Incriminate.

I stare at the walls and wonder about Ash.

I think about Daphne.

She killed herself because of me.

I think I am falling in love with a dead girl.

maybe love is too strong of a word.

I'm genuinely infatuated with a dead girl.

But, my heart still aches for Ash.

I know that not even Daphne could fill that.

I am foolish for even mourning Daphne, it's disrespectful to her to even start to like her.

She's dead, but somehow she won't get out of my head.

They think I killed her directly, when in all honesty I did.

But, it was indirectly.

And Ash, Dani informed me she was in a mental house.

It always seems that the best people do.

I would love to bust out of here, find her, and run with her.

What if she hates me?

what short little lives we live, and I've been wasting mine.

Dani PoV

"When all of our friends are dead and just memories."

I know fully well I am alone now.

Everyone is dead to me.

Everyone.

I only have memories and the are fading in a fire of fury.

Daphne PoV

"I will come back to haunt you, memories will taunt you."

I've been in her dreams.

She is more beautiful then I remember.

I scare her, I can see it every time I try to speak, so instead I sit silently, patiently waiting for her to not see it as a haunting, but as a visit, a memory.

She sees me as a ghost.

This world is just an illusion and I am trying to reach her through it.

I've also reached Ash, I only had to look her in the eyes for her to know what I've done.

She's begged me to send Danielle.

It will be awhile, she is too stubborn.

Ash PoV

"Do you like who you've become?"

"See through his eyes what you've become."

People like people, and everyone wants to be loved.

But not everyone gets that lucky.

I am disgusting.

I want to die.

I want Dani and Daphne.

I desire so many things.

But that is life, you don't get what you want in the end if the story is even the slightest bit realistic.

My sister must be so broken.

But, I know my gift has helped her.

Maybe I couldn't protect her myself, but giving her something she could use to protect herself felt comforting.

I try to talk to myself and create Jax's image in my brain to hold onto something.

It is so hard, I want to die.