Lockwood & Co. The Shattered Glass

Chapter 29

Lucy's P.O.V

"You know, the only reason I'm letting you come with us tonight is because I know that if you don't come with us, you'll try to go at John again, right?" Chris sneered at Kipps while unpacking her things. We had returned to the office complex we were at last night to finish the job. There were lose ends that needed to be tied up.

"I thought you would appreciate that since if you do it, it'll damage your reputation." Kipps replied. 

"Quill, you know damn well that my brother is not your concern." She hissed. He merely shrugged and smirked at that.

I kept my attention off of the bickering adults. My mind wander off to different places. None of which I really could understand. It felt like nothing was on my mind, but at the same time, I had been thinking about something. Everything felt surreal. Like it wasn't actually true. I looked around, seeing things, but never recognizing them. I forgot everything, but I never forgot what I forgot. That's how it felt, anyway. If it doesn't much make sense, then that's fine with me. My mind seemed to be tricking itself. Things weren't real, life wasn't living. I felt someone place a hand on my shoulder and pull me out of my trance.

"Lucy? You okay?" It was Holly. She sounded concerned and confused.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just spaced out a bit." I replied. She let go of my shoulder and looked around the room.

"So I guess you didn't hear what Chris said?" She checked.

"No, I didn't." I looked around for the woman. She wasn't anywhere near. Come to mention it, Holly and I were completely alone at the entrance.

"Well, basically, she, Kipps, Lockwood, and George are going to give the place one final look around. The Jacobs kids are going to be patrolling around, seeing if they can find anything. You and I and Miki are going to stay here to manage supplies." She explained. And I did listen.

I remembered Chris talking about how the office was still haunted and needed to be dealt with. I guessed I was wrong, and they were still here. But at least we wouldn't be dealing with any Type Three's tonight. To have an easy case tonight would help all of us greatly; after how hard we've worked all week, we needed something small. I prayed that this would be nothing more than just putting up extra precautions for the workers here. I was tired and I wanted to go home.

Part of me felt weak. Like I just wouldn't be able to fight if I needed to tonight. After the time I've spent here, I didn't want anything else to happen. I wanted things to be normal again. I didn't want to be involved in the stuff Chris was involved in.

I thought back to the strange woman. And I wondered how... How she did it? How could she go day in and day out through these fights? Through this pain? How had she grown so used to it?

I couldn't do it. I just wouldn't be able to.

Chris was something else. What she was, I had no clue; but she was something else. It was something that crossed my mind a lot. At least on this trip. Almost as much as they crossed my mind. I don't think I could ever come to believe that it wasn't my fault. My friends...

It hurts more everyday. Simply because I know that I could end my friends in trouble. Sooner or later, karma will catch up to me and take what I owe. And it made me sick to think that karma would be willing to wait until I had a reason to live before trying to take it all from me. But it's not my choice, is it? In the end, what does it matter? In the end, I'm the criminal. I deserve to be punished. I'm putting people in danger. In the end, what does it matter weather I live or die? In the end, I know what happened. And I've tried running from it. Did it work? I can't say. Everyday, all that I've done to my friends haunts me more. So maybe it didn't.