Prologue

I gripped my head in my hands; feeling like something was trying to claw it's way out from the inside. But that's basically what was happening, if that's the way you want to phrase it. Running down the hallway, I ignored the angry mutters I got as I bumped into the agents and employees. I probably looked insane, an 18-year-old girl running randomly through the halls, my hands clenched over my long red-brown hair. Barreling through a door, I collapsed against a railing on the outside of the aircraft, panting. Peeling my hands away from my head, I half expected to find shards of my skull in my palms. Crumpling against the cold pole, I whimpered. This can't be happening, I've held it in for ten years, it can't come back now. Shivering and sweating at the same time, I pulled my legs into my chest.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

My eyes flew wide and I gasped, the voice floating cooly through my head. No. no, no nononono you can't be here.

Can't I?

Back down.

I heard her laugh in my head, and I licked my lips, looking around, as if I could I could escape the horror in my head.

I've had fun these past few years, watching what you've been doing. Honestly, I love what you've done with your friends, this charade you're putting on for them. They don't know, do they?

My gaze scanned the craft, but I only saw the clear launchpad for the helicopters. Tears prickling my eyes, I stared at my only option,. The railing. I had to. Staggering to my feet, I backed up. My heartbeat was pounding so loud in my ears I didn't know he had come out behind me until strong arms wrapped around my waist.

"What do you think you're doing? You look like you're about the fling yourself off the craft!"

"That's exactly what I'm doing! You aren't safe if I'm here!" I writhed and struggled against him, trying to push his arms away despite the fact I knew I wasn't strong enough.

"What are you talking about? Whatever's gong on, I can help. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it! Just stay here!"

Aw, how sweet. It looks like he cares about you. Too bad he wont live long enough to tell you that.

"SHUT UP!"

My screech caused him to jump, and his arms loosened, not a lot, but enough for me to wriggle out of his embrace and bolt towards the edge. His cry was lost in the howling of the wind and the beating of my heart as I hurdled over the railing. The wind roared in my ears, and I angled myself downward, letting myself fall.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't let myself hurt you.

You keep telling yourself that, but that's not going to happen. I'm going to make you watch yourself kill everyone that you love, letting them bleed our around your feet.

You can't run from yourself.