Yes, I am alive! I don't even know what has happened lately. I had the worst case of writers block ever and I rewrote this chapter five times. I was going to make it longer but I need some time to make sure the next chapter is amazing. Thank you for staying with me after all this time.
Wanda's P.O.V.
I wander aimlessly. The cold wind slaps against my body. I don't care. I have been slapped before. The pain from the wind feels good. It remains me that I am alive. It makes me forget. Forget all the horror I have brought to people I love. Souls stole the world from humans. Souls shouldn't exist. Or maybe only I shouldn't exist.
I stop to look at my surroundings. I ran as fast as this body allowed me for a few minutes then I started walking. Melanie is faster and she obviously could have stopped me from running, but she probably thought I would come back. But I am not going back. I don't deserve Ian, Melanie, Jared, and everyone else back at the caves. I can't go back.
Melanie's P.O.V.
I sob as I watch Wanda run out the door. I want to go after her but my legs won't move. I collapse on the ground and my body shakes with sobs. She will come back. Wanda just needs time. She needs love too. Someone needs to hold her small, fragile body in their arms while she cries. Someone needs to tell her everything is going to be okay.
Shit! Someone needs to tell Ian! If Wanda doesn't come back tomorrow, he will hunt me down and kill me for letting her go. If Wanda does come back, I don't think she will be strong enough to tell Ian. I don't know if I will be strong enough to tell Ian.
I stand up suddenly and walk over to the sorry excuse of life, Burns. He is still unconscious but he is coming to. Rage overwhelms me. All I see is red. I want Burns to die. I want him to suffer. I want to be the one to cause him pain because Wanda can't. My body acts on its own. I throw the hardest punches. I kick, stomp, and slap him. My hands sting but I couldn't care less. He deserves much worse. I hear him moan in pain. Surprisingly, I don't feel better know he is in pain. I feel more anger.
I scream. It was a muffled, furious scream that actually scared me. I usually hid all of my emotion. Even when I was taken and Wanda and I shared a body, I was able to keep my emotions in check. But right now, my hands shook and my body shudders with silent sobs. My hands are red and sore while my clothes are covered in Burn's blood. I continue to punch, and when my hands get sore I switch to kicking.
After hours of abuse, I stumble around the hotel with hot tears clouding my vision. I run into an old couch in the lobby and collapse, crying myself to sleep.
Wanda's P.O.V.
I finally reach the city. I walk along the forest that surrounds it. I don't want to go into town. Souls will try to help me and ask what's wrong. But they will lie to me. I know now that everything I heard about souls is lies. Souls can hurt. Humans lie too. Melanie promised losing my virginity would be amazing and magical. Melanie, my sister, lied to my face. I can't trust anyone.
I wake up on the freezing, damp ground of the forest floor. Memories of yesterday overwhelm me and I instantly get a pounding headache. I groan. More pain to break my already broken body. I continue to walk along the forest. I probably look like a mess. I am wearing a big shirt which goes to my knees that Melanie must have taken from Jared. Underneath the long shirt I have a short pair of shorts. My eyes are red and my face is blotchy. I have bruises on my face and my legs. My hair is a jumble of blonde. I haven't been able to brush it since before I almost had sex with Ian. It probably looked worse after what Bur—don't think about it! I yell at myself.
If only Ian didn't stop. If only he took my virginity. Maybe everything else wouldn't have happened to me. Ian and I were about to do it, but I got scared and Ian comforted me. I told him I wanted to wait until we were married. He agreed and clung to me while I feel asleep on his shoulder. I miss Ian! Maybe I should go back. I don't want to hurt Ian… But then again if I go back, Ian will get hurt. I will cause him pain. I can't go back. He has to forget about me and he will be safe. I continue the conversation in my head, the disadvantages of going back more convincing than my own selfish feelings. Going back would hurt everyone. I will put them in danger.
