Disclaimer- I do not own Bones in any way, shape, or form. Poor me…

"One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though… Betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope."

Steven Deitz (American Playwright and Dramatist b. 1958)


Washington D.C. November 14th, 2002

Thursday 9:26am

I died that day. I couldn't stop. Death is all around me. It smothers me, constantly bringing me down. Death wants to grab hold of me: an invitation that will never expire.

Humans are bound to the mortal coil. We don't like to think about it: death. But we know it's always there lurking in the shadows. Sometimes it surprises you; stabbed in the back; betrayed by death.

I couldn't escape it. Humans are different. We are always different… dead or alive. In this reality, there is no distinction between right and wrong: the melodramatic white side and black side. In this reality, we have the gray population.

Betrayal isn't evil. Betrayal helped him rise in the ranks of life. He rose above us to prove something to his friends, but more importantly, to himself.

I blame myself. I curse the death that suffocates me. Every day, people die, mostly by the hands of other humans. The blood is on all of us. The blood is on me. I blame myself.

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Washington D.C. November 14th, 2001

Wednesday 10:00pm

Dr. Temperance Brennan pulled her knees to her chest and hugged herself tightly. Rocking back and forth, shivering under a dark, dank bridge, Temperance whimpered weakly.

The famous forensic doctor was wearing a white, off the shoulder sleeve dress made of thin material, damp with sweat. Her hair was dripping from the rain pouring on both sides. Claustrophobic and sick with hypothermia, Temperance shut her eyes firmly trying desperately to ward off the deafening voices calling out to her from within.


AN- So yeah… this is a really short chapter. I know. Jesse Falling dared me to write an angst fic… I'm not totally excited about this story. Probably because I'm not a huge fan of angst, but here goes. What the hell, right? I really don't know where I'm going with this, but the whole theme of the story is right here in the first chapter. Please review. Encourage me to continue and I'll write longer chapters. Thank you!