Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

My Second Roommate

*Frisk's POV* 

The regret never seemed to stop coming, and I could feel it pool into me when I saw Bella being carried off in a body bag, her wet slobber still dripping from the corner of the bag.

She had died.

And it was all G's fault.

No... No I couldn't do that.

I knew I couldn't do that.

I couldn't blame him, when I was the one who didn't do something.

It was my own fault an I knew it.

I couldn't stop sobbing, couldn't stop crying myself to sleep.

What would have happened if I took her place?

Would I be the one carried off in a body bag? Would Bella be the one crying?

She never deserved that.

The only reason she was targeted by G, was my own fault.

He wanted me to be provoked, wanted me to fight back.

He wanted a show.

When I thought about it, I realized Bella could still be alive if I had done what he wanted.

Bella would have been with me then, would have sat next to me on the bed and talked.

I would have forgiven her, forgotten about her past, and probably told her my own.

Yet when I was thinking of all the things I could have done, all the things I would do; it made me cry until my sobs were the only thing that could be heard in the prison hall.

Regret.

So so much regret.

So much hurt and want for Bella.

She should be in my place.

I deserved that.

I deserved that.

All that went through my head was the regret of things I could have done.

How could my heart have been so selfish, so cold?

How could I just watch her be beat to death, and walk away?

What had this hell of a prison done to me?

My cries were so loud, some people groaned and grunted.

Yet I didn't care, not even when someone screamed at me to shut up, followed by sharp curse words.

I cried as long as there were tears in my eyes.

At eating hours, I still cried.

The tears where hot and silent as they rolled down my cheeks, and I couldn't meet anyone's eyes.

The eyes that stared at me.

The eyes that watched Bella be torn apart.

Those eyes, I knew would kill me, because all I would see was my fear and regret reflecting back at me.

Just like I  saw in Bella's eyes.

'Stop' I forced myself to think, 'Stop, stop, stop, stop'.

Nothing I did stopped me from thinking of her and crying.

G was right about me, he was right to mumble weak. 

How weak did I look walking into a yard or room full of criminals, and crying with a straight expression?

Yes, G was right about me being weak.