Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
"I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you," I say to them. Their faces appear in my mind.
My parents.
My foster families.
My bosses.
Myself.
I slump to the side, finally feeling the effect of the blood loss. My eyes stare ahead unseeingly.
"It'll be okay, Isabella," I hear someone whisper into my ear. Then everything goes dark and silent.