Title: Relapse
Author: MysticDragon
Genre/Summary: Beka' s thoughts. Angst.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine
A/N: this was a challenge in which you had to use the first and last sentences to make a story
All I had left was despair; blind, empty, and cold, like a whirling dervish of a blizzard in my soul. How could I have let things get this far out of control? How could I have betrayed the one person who I had come to trust and respect?
"It was not your fault!" My mind screamed at me. "Sid is to blame, not you. He is the one that gave you the flash in the first place. And you only took it the second time because you wanted to please Dylan. To give him back something in return for all he had done for you."
"But this time?" I asked myself. "Whose fault was it this time, Valentine? Who are you going to place the blame on now?" I couldn't answer that because I knew it was no one's fault but my own. I had been weak and scared and I had turned to a monster of my own making instead of the friends and loved ones I should have turned to.
I heard the door open but refused to turn and look at him. Him. I knew it was Dylan before he even spoke.
"Beka are you okay?" he asked. "Beka we have to talk about this."
Turning, I looked at him, expecting to see hate and disgust on his face for what I had done; because I was weak. Instead, I saw only patience and understanding.
Rising from the bed, I fell to my knees, unable to stand before him, pleading silently for forgiveness.
Author: MysticDragon
Genre/Summary: Beka' s thoughts. Angst.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine
A/N: this was a challenge in which you had to use the first and last sentences to make a story
All I had left was despair; blind, empty, and cold, like a whirling dervish of a blizzard in my soul. How could I have let things get this far out of control? How could I have betrayed the one person who I had come to trust and respect?
"It was not your fault!" My mind screamed at me. "Sid is to blame, not you. He is the one that gave you the flash in the first place. And you only took it the second time because you wanted to please Dylan. To give him back something in return for all he had done for you."
"But this time?" I asked myself. "Whose fault was it this time, Valentine? Who are you going to place the blame on now?" I couldn't answer that because I knew it was no one's fault but my own. I had been weak and scared and I had turned to a monster of my own making instead of the friends and loved ones I should have turned to.
I heard the door open but refused to turn and look at him. Him. I knew it was Dylan before he even spoke.
"Beka are you okay?" he asked. "Beka we have to talk about this."
Turning, I looked at him, expecting to see hate and disgust on his face for what I had done; because I was weak. Instead, I saw only patience and understanding.
Rising from the bed, I fell to my knees, unable to stand before him, pleading silently for forgiveness.