Bring Me to Life
Same disclaimers as always
Twenty-Three
Tara noticed how eager Willow seemed to want to get away from them, from her. She knows something. She doesn't trust me. She sighed.
She saw Dani quickly follow Willow out.
"It'll be alright." The blonde felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. She looked over and smiled at Buffy. "She'll tell you."
"Thanks."
Willow groaned. "I think I'm in trouble."
"Why?" Willow eyed the younger girl. "Oh…Phyllis."
"She knows…something."
"Anyone who can see the future is bound to. How much do you think?" Dani looked at her grandmother curiously.
"She knows enough to listen to someone when they tell her to kill me." She sighed. "There are too many people who want me dead."
"And only so many who could actually do it."
"I…"
"You're worried that Tara will find out." Willow nodded meekly.
"I know I should tell her everything….but…" The redhead sighed, "I know that she'll forgive me…."
"So what's the problem?"
"It's how she'll see me. I don't want her to look at me and think…" Her eyes wandered down to the scar-tattoo on her chest. "I don't want her to see me differently."
"I…"
She cried out, praying that someone would come to her rescue. Her flesh burned. She couldn't bare to look at herself, it hurt too much.
The burns and the…thing…on her chest…they…she wanted to cry each time he poured the poison onto the wound.
She stiffened, knowing that he was coming back.
Where were her friends?!
Why weren't they coming?!
She felt truly damned.
Willow woke up, feeling those horrible memories washing over her. She whimpered.
She looked over at her slumbering lover. No, she thought, she wouldn't tell Tara until she had to. And she prayed that she never did.