Betrayal [COMPLETED]

Part 27

Ink POV
Think! Think! No...no stop thinking! Stop it!
I couldn't stop myself from seeing flashes of what's happened. I could almost feel it. Hear my screams. They echo through my mind like speaking into a cave.
Error picked me up and held me until the flashes stopped. I was crying. Not a lot but, a good enough amount to get him worried.
He wiped my tears away with his thumbs.
I kissed his palm. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Still getting flashbacks...?" He asked, shifting us so I'd be more comfortable in his arms.
I nodded.
"It was the flashes this time.... Error, why do I feel like it's all my fault?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"I don't know baby...but I'm here to help you."
When he fell asleep I decided to draw. I kept drawing circles. Why aren't they different? They're the same!
I drew more and more. Trash! Dirt! They're all the same!
I showed Error. He said they all looked fine. I told him of my trouble.
He took the paper and asked me to go get his puppet of me. I nodded and went to his room to retrieve the puppet doll.

Error POV
I quickly drew different shaped circles for Inky. She keeps doing this. Drawing the same circles and expecting different outcomes.
Sci said some Einstein dude thought it was a sign of insanity.
My baby isn't going insane. She's ok. She just needs some help.
She ran back with the puppet. I showed her the drawings again. She seemed happy with it.
I played with her for a while using the doll. It gave me life hearing that little giggle and seeing that sweet smile.
Her smile can make anyone happy within a matter of seconds, I hope that is the last thing I see. That beautiful smile of hers.
That night when I put her to bed she refused. I had to use magic to help my baby sleep. Even then she had nightmares. She wouldn't tell me what they're about.
I have a feeling they're about what they did to her. I know I already killed them but I'd like to make it slower and painful.
They made it out easy. They deserve to suffer for whatever they did to her.
Taking her from me.
Hurting her.
That's made a big mistake-
Glass shattered in my hand.