Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Locks and Luck

*Frisk's POV*

The Prince.

The Prince.

All I could think about were the last words G said.

I remembered the first time I met him, his voice full of spitting anger as he yelled "the prince". Just listening to him, you could feel his hatred.

Comparing me to the prince can't be good.

I opened my eyes slowly, afraid that I would still be on the bloody cement outside.

Instead, I was in my cell again, Bella sitting on the ground next to the bed I laid in.

My throat felt as if it was in shreds and my nose felt sore, the bandage on it again. My neck stung and when I swallowed it felt like my blood tearing up my throat.

I swallowed anyway and whispered in a soft, horse, voice, "... Why didn't you help me?"

Bella's head shot up to face me, and I could see the worry that itched her for probably hours and hours. Her lime eyes shimmered with wet tears and fear.

"I-I couldn't!" She said, her voice breaking into sobs.

My resent to her was replaced with pity, and I knew that it must've been hard on her to watch her only friend beaten by the toughest guy in prison.

Yet, my heart tugged at me to keep back from consoling her. My heart pulled my kind words down my aching throat and I swallowed again, as if it would stop the words from trying to come up.

I kept my face blank, and my eyes dry. Bella's chin trembled and her mouth dripped a bit, the slick teeth hardly visible to me.

Though I still stared at them with a dark expression.

"I'm so sorry Frisk!" She said, trying to keep her voice level.

That's when I asked myself, 'What is she apologizing for? What did she do wrong?'

As I thought about it, what could she have done to stop G?

Even if she went to get the guards, people get beat up all the time, and never get cared for. I was lucky enough Bella got the guards to heal me.

More or less, the sharp pain in my throat reminded me otherwise.

As Bella trembled, her eyes trying to hold in her tears, I placed my hand on my stomach lightly, feeling the sore pain of bruises.

Bella didn't do this to me.

This isn't Bella's fault.

My pity took over and I turned my head slowly to face her, the feeling of blood rushing filled the right side of my head and I struggled not to cringe.

"I understand..." I whispered in my pain filled voice.

Even though my words were true, they didn't sound true. They came out soft and weak, much more like an apology then forgiveness.

Bella seemed to hear differently because I could see the relief flood through her, relaxing her shoulders and chest. She breathed evenly and easier.

I wish I could say the same for myself.

"Thank you Frisk... I got the guard as soon as G left I swear!" Her voice was strained and full of worry, as if she was still trying to convince me to forgive her.

"I said I understand!" I yelled a little too sharply.

As the words left my throat, I began coughing and sputtering.