"Where are we?" I asked as Wanda walked towards the front door of a small cabin. We were in the middle of nowhere.

"Somewhere safe," she responded, opening the door. It slowly creaked open allowing us to see what was inside.

Sunlight shone through the open doorway and peaked through cracks on the dust cover windows. Wooden furniture filled the house with the smell of pine. The curtains on the windows looked stiff and like they hadn't been used in years. Everywhere was covered in a thin layer of dust and I could see some cobwebs hanging in the corners of the room. Wanda turned back to look at me.

"Why don't you go take a bath," she told me. "The bathroom is just through that door and there should be some towels in there."

"Are you sure you don't need any help cleaning?" I asked looking around the room again. She had already grabbed a broom from a small closet and began to sweep up the dust and dirt on the ground.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said softly. "Just shout at me if you need anything."

I nodded and headed towards the closed door. Behind it stood an old bathroom. There was a lot less dust in the bathroom and most of it sat on the floor before the clawfoot tub. I grabbed a towel and set it on the edge of the tub. The water flowed from the faucet as I grabbed a thing of soap from under the sink. When I turned back to the tub something caught my eyes. I turned to my left and saw a full-body mirror leaning against the wall. My hair was a mess, my eyes were bloodshot, and I had blood splattered on my arms. I sighed and grabbed a second towel to throw over the mirror. I knew that I wouldn't want to see my naked reflection, not this soon. The tub was almost full so I decided to turn it off but before I got in my breathing became ragged.

"No, no, no," I muttered. My legs shook under the weight of my body. I tried to move towards the tub so I could grab the side and keep myself off the ground, but I wasn't quick enough. My legs collapsed under my weight and I fell to the ground.

I couldn't calm my breathing and tears began to fall from my eyes. Memories flashed in my eyes reminding me of things that I wanted to forget. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to suck in air and calm myself down. There were memories of Hayward's punishments and the men he sent into my cell at night. Their hands weren't really touching my bearskin but I could've sworn they were there. My arms wrapped around my legs and I curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth on the bathroom floor.

"Please," I whispered to the images that flashed in my mind like a terrible movie. "Make it stop!"

I was crawling deeper and deeper into more horrifying memories and I couldn't force myself out of the past. Everything was so vivid and it terrified me.

Cold, desperate hands traced their way up my body. They touched every inch of my skin with pure need. There was no love or care in their touch, just need and want.

"Mya?" Wanda shouted. Her voice was far away. I silently sobbed trying to answer her but my voice failed. "Hey! Hey!" I felt her arms wrap around me and pull me into her. "Shhh, it's ok," she whispered.

"I-I-"

"Hey, it's ok," she said again, quieting me.

Being in her arms I felt a sense of calmness overtake me. After silently staying in her arms I pulled away from her. My hands shook as I placed them on her shoulders. My breathing had mostly returned to normal and memories rarely flashed in my eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," I gulped.

"It's ok," Wanda assured. I watched as she raised her hand and a small ball of energy danced across her fingers. "May I?"

I looked between the energy on the edge of her fingers and her face.

"It's fine if you don't want me-"

"What are you going to do?" I asked, interrupting her.

"I'm just going to try to help," she told me. I slowly nodded and leaned towards her. She held her eyes to mine for a few moments before she placed her hand on my forehead. I gasped as old memories with Wanda resurfaced. Images of us dancing together, sleeping next to one another, and many others flashed before my eyes. I was drowned in the past but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could actually breathe.

"Are you ok?" I opened my eyes and saw Wanda's worried expression in front of me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Stop," she whispered, pulling me back into a hug. I tensed a little but loosened up when I felt her head rest on my shoulder. "They hurt you, but I won't."

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"I know you're not hungry but it's probably the best idea for you to eat," I felt Wanda's eyes on me from across the table. There was a scraping noise and I looked up to see her moving her chair towards me. She sat down and placed her hand on top of mine. I started to pull my hand back but she quickly removed her's. "Sorry."

"I'm going to go to bed," I mumbled, grabbing my full plate and rising from the table.

"Mya," she said softly.

I ignored her and walked into the small kitchen. Her eyes never left me as I emptied my plate into the garbage and washed it in the sink. As I dried my hands with the small towel I finally gathered the courage to look up at her.

"What was the hardest part?" she asked me. Her eyes brimmed with tears but they wouldn't meet mine. "When I was gone… what was the hardest part of it all?"

"I-"

"It was sleeping alone at night," she said, interrupting me. "On the nights that I just needed to be held, you weren't there. I don't blame you, I mean how could I? But that doesn't mean it wasn't hard."

I placed my hands on the counter in front of me and let a low sigh escape my lips.

"Being without you was the hardest part," I admitted. "I know it probably sounds cheesy or whatever, but it was true. Every day that I spent without you may have seemed to get easier but it never did."

"Oh," she muttered.

"It was so hard," I whispered. Tears now also filled my eyes. "Everything was so hard!"

I slammed my hand down. The sound echoed in the quiet room.

"Hey," Wanda said softly.

I looked up and saw her walking over to me. She lifted her arms and was just about to place them around my neck before she paused for a moment.

"May I?" she whispered. I nodded a little and she placed her arms around my neck. I forced myself not to tense even though I wanted to.

It's fine, I told myself in the back of my head.

"You are my missing piece," Wanda's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "You Mya, are the piece of me that I will never let go of. You are a body of blood and flesh that I love with my entire heart. You are my sadness, and my hope. But most of all my love. When I am without you the world seems to collapse on me and I feel like I can't breathe."

"I never wanted this, never wanted to see you hurt," I mutter softly. I closed my eyes and placed my forehead on hers. "I tried…. Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve."

"We know it's never simple, never easy. Never a clean break but you're here to save me," she whispered. Her voice seemed to echo in my mind. "You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand."

"I wish-"

"Hey, it's ok," I opened my eyes and saw her dazzling green eyes staring back at me. "We can't change anything, but we can move on together."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and sighed a little.

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I stood in the middle of a dim room. There was a noise from behind me and the lights flicked on. My body tried to turn but I was stuck in place.

"I suppose we all have our share of secrets," Hayward's voice rang through the room. "But it seems like all of your secrets are out, Mya Boyle."

"Don't call me that," I hissed through my teeth.

"What about your demons?" he asked. "How are they now that I have been added to that collection?"

"You don't scare me," I spat at him.

Hayward appeared in front of me and grabbed my face. He shifted it so I was forced to look at him.

"I don't," he admitted in a low voice. "I terrify you."

He dropped his hand and my eyes fell to the ground.

"Your hands are stained with not only my blood but also Allie's," Hayward said slowly.

"She died because of my parents!" I screamed at him.

"Are you sure?" he questioned. "Or is that just what you tell yourself?"

"Mark and Lisa Boyle killed Allie Davis!"

"That's not the truth," he whispered in a cold voice. "Admit the truth!"

"Mark and Lisa Boyle killed-"

I was interrupted by Hayward as he slapped me across the face.

"What really happened?" he growled. "If you can't tell me the truth the demons will haunt you forever!"

"I killed her!" I shouted. "I killed her!"

"Why?"

"I killed Allie Davis!" I screamed at him.

"Why did you do it?" he asked carefully.

"I didn't want to," tears ran from my eyes. "I didn't want to do it!"

"Lair!"

"They made me kill her!" I shouted through the tears. I stomped my foot on the ground. "I never wanted to do it!"

"You are a Boyle and a terrible liar!" Hayward spat at me. "Look at your hands!"

I looked down and saw a small handgun held between both of my hands. When I turned my head to look back at Hayward he was gone. Before me laid the lifeless body of Allie Davis with three bullet holes right through the chest.

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I shot up drenched in a cold sweat. Wanda was instantly there with her hand on my shoulder.

"I-I-I" I stuttered trying to find the words. My breathing quickly escalated.

"Hey," Wanda said quickly. My body began to shake uncontrollably. "Hey, Mya!"

"No," I managed to say.

"Mya!" she shouted at me. "It wasn't real! It was a dream! I'm here now, it's ok now."

"I-I killed her," I said breathlessly. "I killed Allie Davis."