(A/N Play Apologize by Timbaland ft. One Republic)

Prologue:

Ben's POV

Flashbacks of the pounding rain beating on my skin, the almighty wind whipping me around like a ragdoll, anger energizing throughout me, chasing the Game Master with all my speed, my broken heart confession to Tory in the hospital room, and Tory's angered and blaming words cutting deeply into my heart with each syllable. I shake my head begging to my conscious to please stop these horrific memories. Beads of sweat clump all around my body. I launch my eyes open, and I shoot up in my bed sitting up straight. I slowly bring up my shaking hands to my black raven hair and I pull down on it hard. I whip off my bed covers and I drag my feet over to my bedside. I stand up, but my legs go weak, for I fall flat on my face. I crawl over to my bathroom about 7 feet away. Then I raise my hands up to my sink and pull myself up onto my feet. I reach my hands backwards and flip on the light. The bright light bulbs blind my eyes for a couple seconds till my dark eyes can adjust. I groggily take my glass cup on my cream colored sink and fill it with room temperature water. As I do so I bring my head up to see my reflection. My almost black eyes have lost its full color, for now they look blank and boring. My white parts of my eyes are still fire truck red from crying. Dark circles and unattractive lines pair up and hang out under my eyes. Patches of my hair seem to go the opposite ways of the other patches and stick out unnaturally. My skin is glistening with sweat and tears mixed together.

After I finish looking at myself I look at my hands which are soaked from the overflowing of my water. I turn the water off and gladly gulp my glass down for my dry and sore throat.

I wish I could go back to bed, but all I can see are those memories that flash in my head nonstop. I can't sleep, I can't dream, I can't even blink without reliving every, single, terrifying, memory. I decided to just work out. Ever since the Gamemaster was put away for good, I haven't seen anyone since. Except for a few visits from Hi and Shelton. Tory won't see me, and I don't blame her after what I did. So I've had nothing to do, so I decided to just work out 24/7. It seems to really help me, not just in the physical health way but also in my mental health way somehow. I just needed to do something with my extra energy and to get my mind off of the memories, so I just spend it on working out. So far I've become at least twice my old size. Every muscle in my body bulges out and when my dad wants me to go to town to pick up some groceries, I always catch some girls staring at me. A couple bump into me and claim they didn't see me. It's funny but painful at the same time because every time I wish it was Tory who was staring at me and trying to find an excuse to talk or touch me. Like that would ever happen. I still don't know if she ever did like me. Probably not.

I want to make things right with Tory, but it's too late to apologize. She despises me. Plus I'm afraid if I push her to forgive me then I'll lose her altogether which I'm never going to let that happen. But as much as I can conclude from the last time talking to Tory, I know that she hates me now because I betrayed her with working with a murderer and psychopath. Just the thought of everything that had bonded us together over the year is all gone, because of me. Someone died, because of me. Our pack is split up, because of me. Tory hates me, because of me. The burning lump in my throat kept getting bigger and bigger as I thought of more reasons of things that went wrong because of me. After the first tear slipped out of my eyes and kissed and rolled down my cheek, nothing prevented the other thousands of tears welled up in my eyes to break free. My whole life is ruined, because of me.

(A/N Stop the song)

Tory's POV

All summer long I have been dodging between banquets, balls, dances, trying to slip away from Kit's hawk eyes, from Kit's fake Barbie girlfriend (except at dinner time-I give her points for her food), trying to hang out with Hi and Shelton and practicing our flares, taking care of Cooper, being with Jason, trying to help the community with the areas where hurricane Katelyn strucked the worst, and most of all, thinking about Ben. I want to forgive him so badly, but I just can't! He helped a psychopath that murdered a person in cold blood and then tried to impersonate him AND he tried to murder all of us! We couldn't tell anyone or turn for help because he would've killed all of our loved ones! After the Gamemaster's trial we found out all of his previous victims of kids that he murdered, and it wasn't a pleasant list to see. Plus Ben lied to us! He lied about everything! But what really hurt the most was that everything that he did was to impress me. Now I feel that everything that happened is also my fault!

My brain has been hurting from all of this thinking lately. When I went to hang out with Hi and Shelton, I asked them what I should do. They said they cannot decide for me, and that I need to figure this out all on my own. What great friends I have. I also asked them how Ben is which is rare for me to do, but I was curious on how he was dealing with all of this. Apparently he's fine, for that's all the info I got out of them. One day I was so close to forgiving Ben that I even went up to his door about to knock, but then I closed my eyes for a brief moment to prepare myself, for every single horrific flashback of that night came upon me, and I darted back to my house.

Maybe one day when I see him, maybe my heart will sing its decision to me. My brain knows all of the facts of this situation good and bad, but the thing is is that there is an even number of facts and I'm stuck in the middle not knowing which direction I should choose. I hope that day will come soon. I slowly got into my bed, turned off the lights, and drifted off into sleep with Ben on my mind.