I'm in this fight and I'm swinging and my arms are getting tired
I'm trying to beat this emptiness but I'm running out of time
I'm sinking in the sand and I can't barely stand
I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me
I'm scared of lonely
Seth stared at the scars on his arm that were already beginning to fade. The crooked letters going from his elbow to his wrist stared up at him; they questioned him.
Why weren't you there? Where were you? Why didn't you save me? Why were you too late? I burned to death, Seth! You weren't there… Why weren't you there?
The familiar voice echoed around his head yelling at him. The young wolf squeezed his eyes shut to try and clear his mind, but the voice still attacked him. He had tried. He ran as fast as he could. He was just too late.
I'm dead because you couldn't get there in time.
Seth's eyes flew open and he gripped the edge of the countertop table. He couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't handle the guilt. It was eating him alive starting from the very core of his stomach and spreading out to the tips of his fingers. Every time he moved a fresh wave washed over him. Even Jasper couldn't handle the flow of emotions that were going through the wolf.
It wasn't his fault… please, don't blame him… He tried his hardest… Why couldn't you understand that he tried?
Why didn't you try harder? I'm dead, Seth! I'm dead and you're not!