Expose Them, sequel to Release Me (Editing)

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Miracles do happen. That's at least what the doctors keep on telling me. They'll say, 'You've been proclaimed dead for almost an hour. All because of your boy Derek, you're alive now. He wouldn't give up.' 

Even after I shot his father and then died in his arms---he still held on to the belief that I might not be dead--- there might still be a chance to revive me. He was right.

I now stand in front of the glass doors to the hospital waiting for Derek. I found out that he's coming back from a meeting where they decided who would take his father's place. Derek himself would be the first one in line for the presidency, but since he kindly declined the honor, Brandon, the head of the revolution that changed everything, stepped forward. A young man who promised to keep America a free country. A country cured of the cure.

A young man who I know would keep to his words by first bringing those who played a big part in Fragile Heart Syndrome/ the cure to justice.

And a young man who was also kind enough to pardon me for all my actions. For murdering our terrible, tyrant president. And for bringing the cure to an end permanently by killing the leader. Honestly, I am grateful to Brandon for pardoning me, I'm just not sure if he made the right decision. I believe he was being biased and I should be punished for what I have done...

Derek appears, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets and his sandy hair a disheveled mess. Seeing him making his way toward me with those dark eyes downcast breaks my once again beating heart. How could he still love me after all that I've done?

He comes to a stop before me, a small smile making its way onto his face. "Good to see you up on your feet again."

"Good to be out of that boring, sterile blue hospital gown," I say.

He chuckles, but then catches himself, turning all serious, a crease between his eyebrows. "I was so scared that I lost you." His voice is hardly audible, but I still manage to hear him. His words are now traced with hurt. "You promised me you'd stay clear of the danger and well I should have known better."

I look at him, my eyes blurred from tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything." For killing your father and dying in your arms, after your first lover died in your arms too. Just like Hunter died in mine.

He brings me away from my thoughts as he draws me into his arms in a bone-crushing hug. My wounds are a bit tender and I grimace in pain, he doesn't notice as he whispers into my ear, "All that matters is that you're alive now."

"Thanks to you." My words are muffled by his shirt.

He holds me close for a few more seconds and then pulling away he says, "Let's get going, we don't want to miss our flight."

I don't say anything as I follow him to the awaiting car ready to escort us to the airport.

It's finally time to go home.

...

I watch New York become smaller and smaller through the window. Derek is silent beside me, his breaths coming out heavily, making me wonder--- what is going through his mind right now? Is he thinking about his father's death--- That I was the one to pull the trigger, one time, two times, three times, four times--- That because of me his father is gone. And that they made a mistake pardoning me.

Why did I do it? To add another death to my list. Isn't it enough that Hunter is dead because of me--- and that I killed Dr. Jeffery. Well, Dr. Jeffery did ask for it, he---he deserved it, right?

Oh gosh, I'm a murderer. A flippin murderer.

Tears are burning my eyes and I blink them away, so angry at myself.