"You don't get it, that boy was born lost, like his daddy, he's been slipping through my fingers ever since the day I gave birth to him. It's his father's darkness, you leave him alone and he'll head straight towards death."
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I awoke in my bed, rolling to the side I saw Nick hovering over me. Once he saw my eyes move he knelt down in front of me his eyes connecting with mine. He reached forward about to touch me but I shrunk away from his grip. "Daniel told me to come here. Told me what happened. I don't know what's going on, everything's turned shit. Strand killed Thomas, Celia wants us out. I want to do what's right. What's wrong? Why'd you do it?" Nick begged for an answer that I didn't know how to give him.
"I'm just tired. All this fighting, all this death. I don't belong in this world. I can't do it anymore." I whispered meeting his, my voice breaking as tears softly hung in my eyes, turning to beads trailing down my face. I stared into his soft brown eyes, too soft, but stronger than I would ever be.
"Yes you can, you have to. I'll always be here." Nick promised me reaching over pressing his lips against my forehead before getting up and turning as Maddison called out after him. I let my feet touch the ground as I walked among the house when I came to a halt, pausing and sitting in front of the piano, sitting in front, my hands danced across the keys as I felt my body ache in pain. It wasn't a physical pain, it was a metaphysical pain, destroying my body inside out, rotting my mind before rotting my everything I truly was. I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. Turning, snapping my gaze violently to meet Celia, she only smiled.
"You are welcome to stay here my child; you will never have to feel pain as long as you are here." Celia offered and I couldn't say it wasn't tempting. That I didn't want to join her. "You won't have to live with the pain of the things you've been through here."
"And it'll all go away?" I asked, it came out more than a whimper turning and meeting her gaze.
"It will, you will get to play music here, always have food and water, you have a place here, and I will look after you, make sure you are happy and well cared for. And Nick, he will always be welcome here too." Celia informed me kindly brushing my cheek. "I hope eventually...you will tell me what is haunting you. What happened to you before all of this." Celia whispered with hope in her voice. I furrowed my brows as the flashes kept coming that haunted me.
"I don't think there is enough time in the world to say what's weighing me down." I muttered turning away from her, my fingers dancing over the keys again letting music fill the air. When the night fell I sat nightly in my bedroom my head never leaving what was going on outside. Panic filled my chest, I'd never felt safe, even now, when I was promised safety. I grabbed my bag running out of the house, for all it was worth, I just knew I didn't want to die. As I sped out of the house, as far away as I could I saw Maddison looking over at me with a struck expression. I ran forward throwing my bag over into the back as Alicia helped me into the back and they kept yelling for Maddison. I frowned seeing Nick standing there. I felt his eyes on me, regretful and alone. As Maddison came back I felt my heart tear in two as he walked away exiling himself away from us, tears fell freely as he broke his promise, as we drove past him he glanced apologetically at me but I turned away swallowing my grief. He'd left again, when he promised he wouldn't, again. Nothing good ever came out of believing him.
