Confusing Love
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
AN: Normal font is thoughts, italics are actions. Spoilers for Pain in the Heart and The Perfect Pieces in the Purple Pond. Again I don't own anything.
I'm sitting in the corner. Alone. It's not comfortable. I don't like it here. My thoughts drift back to my friends, No! They were my friends. They hate me now, because of what I did.
Dr. Brennan, my previous mentor, teacher, and friend. I always looked up to her hoping I'd become the next great forensic anthropologist. I hurt her. I could see the disappointment in her eyes when she and Agent Booth came to the hospital. I know she thinks it's her fault for what I did, how I turned out. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, for her to know that it was not her fault for what happened to me. Dr. Brennan thinks I'm a killer.
Hodgins my "roommate" and best friend. I hurt him too. He understood me and enjoyed my company, while I enjoyed his. He looked out for me, sometimes. I miss his jokes the same ones I still don't understand. I miss hearing his crazy conspiracy theories while I tried to work. I miss it all, but most of all I miss our experiments. Hodgins my best friend thinks I'm a killer.
Angela, my friend, was like my big sister. She took care of me, gave me advice on females when Hodgins would laugh. She would always encourage me to work harder. Angela would congratulate me or tell me "Great work, Z-man." I miss that. I hurt Angela, and now she thinks I'm a killer.
Dr. Saroyan was my boss. I respected her, she became my friend quickly. I was happy around her she was like a second mother. I miss her names for me they made me feel special; I came to enjoy being called "Zackaroni." Like I know Dr. Brennan enjoys it when Agent Booth calls her "Bones". I miss her. I made Dr. Saroyan cry, and now she thinks I'm a killer.
Agent Booth was a co-worker, a man that I could look up to. He didn't talk to me much, but when he did he told me "Good work Zack". I liked Agent Booth he was not one of those people who thought he could tell us "squints" (as he would call us) what to do. He did at first but now he respects us like we do to him. He fights for justice and he's not perfect. Agent Booth is a smart man, I know that he might not always understand our "squint speak" but he's learned. He knows things that I don't we learn about the "outside world" from him. Agent Booth trusted me, and now he thinks I'm a killer.
Dr. Sweets I really don't understand, but I do trust him. That's why I told him I did not murder the botanist. He wanted to tell the others, but I asked him not to. Dr. Sweets is now holding my biggest secret.
A guard comes in and brings me back to my room. I lie down on the bed and manage to pull the covers up to my neck with my wrapped and bandaged hands. I let my thoughts take over.
Dr. Brennan, Hodgins, Angela, Cam, Agent Booth, and even Dr. Sweets are a part of my family. But only one of them knows my secret. An hour later I slowly begin to drift asleep. My final thought that evening is do they still love me? Of course they do, they're My Family. Slowly tears make their way down my face.I hope to tell them soon.
AN: Please R&R. This is my first story so even telling me it was horrible is OK. And it will make me happy that someone wrote back.