"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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It seemed around early morning right now, I'd fallen asleep. Restless in all my glory but I tried to make the best of it. There wasn't really much I could change about my sleeping habits and the fact I'd always refused to go to sleep with I could help it. I let my body turn as I heard Luciana call for Nick softly. I couldn't stop the frown forming on my lips as jealous rose in my heart. I stumbled slightly upon sitting up I felt a pulled sly past me, grazing the side of my head, narrowly missing my skull and hitting Travis behind me. I let out a yell of pain, clutching the side of my head as I turned seeing Travis bleeding out. I watched as Alicia let him go, he fell to his death. My hand reached up as tears spiked my eyes, I hadn't known Travis too long but he was good. He deserved better.
I couldn't believe what had just happened. It wasn't an accident. Not by a long shot. I clutched my head trying to make sense of it all. It was wrong, stumbling I gripped the helicopter as we went down. We'd crash landed safely but made sure to find a good hiding place for Luciana. I watched as Jake walked off and I looked at Luciana. Pity only clouding my mind. I didn't believe in false hope, but I knew I had to believe in something and even if it was something dark and twisted I had to hold onto it. To keep me sane, to keep me from wanting out of this life. I knew no one would be here to talk me out of it. Everyone would be too consumed with their own problems. A woman came up to me and she began to help pick Luciana up. "DO you need any help?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Fragile little thing like you? No, I'll be okay helping her." The blonde assured me moving Luciana along and I frowned following her, I still had my bag wrapped tightly around my body. I'm surprised that through it all I still couldn't part with any of my more personal items. I struggled to make sense of this situation. Like most, situations I couldn't believe how far I'd fallen. I wasn't an adaptable creature. I was a creature of habit. It was one of the only things I really knew how to do.
Walking long distances, it allowed me to think. I'd usually think about the past, but the only thing that stopped me was the same thing that kept me going. My father was still alive. I found it weird; I'd never wanted to kill him before all of this. But I guessed, life in this new world, it was changing me, slowly but I was trying to swim against the riptide, it was pointless, in the end the struggle would either kill me or take me over. Once we settled at night I stayed away from Alicia and Jake. I needed to keep my distance. I wasn't sure it would help, but it helped me. I brought the cigarette to my lips shakily. My eyes gazing up at the cold, numb stars. I was a creature of habit. Drunk on the idea of wallowing.
Upon waking from my thoughts to the sound of gunshots I stayed still, unfazed, unfocused. Just sitting there, numb thinking of all the ways I'd make him suffer. I would have laughed if anyone told me I'd one day be fixated on mauling my father. But it's the truth. I was turning into something just as bad as all the serial killers and psychopaths out there. I saw Alicia and Jake making their way over to me, Luciana in arms.
