A one shot of the thoughts of Catherine's ghost in Lookwood's dream
I wrote this right after I read the scene this one shot is about so Catherine's motivations are probably not true to the story
Pain shot through my wrist. I could see blood flowering on my wrist as the cruel and frightened man ran my wrist over the broken glass. Despite the pain, I would not let go. I could not let got. The consequences of letting go were something I dared not think about.
I heard the man's voice through the haze of pain, "let go of me if you want me to let you in."
Against my will, my grip slackened and he wrenched his arm from my grasp. He piled up books against the hole and I could tell that my last chance had gone away. The man was close to waking up and I would never be able to save Heathcliff.