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This time thinking that I had been right all along: There was no future for me and Victor – there was only pain, sorrow and more pain. That was all there was in this life for me. Victor and me… we would never be happy as long as I had these big secrets and skeletons in my closet, but the problem was that I could not get rid of them. I might not know Victor that well, but I knew he deserved better than me. I needed to stop running away from my problems and instead face them heads on. I needed to become a better me that was the only way I knew to deserve Victor. The odds were that I would die before freeing myself of my past, but that was a risk I needed to take. I needed to do that, because I knew the goal that was Victor was worth it. Victor was worth it, and to be worthy of being with him I needed to face my past.

I was here where Sky was found so that I could take her place without anyone knowing about it. The reason I did not want anyone to know was, because then they felt imposed to come and try to save me which most likely would end up getting some of them killed. I did not need that on my conscience too. I already had so much on it. I did not need that too. A car came driving towards me, and somewhere inside of me it screamed 'danger' and 'run away. You can still get away'. The voice in my head was with no doubt right. The people in the car were a danger towards my safety, and if I wanted to I could still get away. But I did not want to, because if I ran, I was signing the Benedict family´s death warrant. I was not going to be the reason that they died. They had been kind towards me except that one Benedict, but I get it. I would have done the same if I had been in his situation. He had done the right thing by trying to scare me away from being with Victor. But then why did it feel like I was ripping out my own heart when I left my flat well-knowing that I would most likely never see him again? My heart was hurting, because I knew I would never see Victor again. I… even to this every date I wonder how something so simply and mundane as biology can explain the physical pain that you feel in your chest when all you want is to be with someone special (quote from danisnotonfire). And for me that person was Victor. I wanted to be with him, and yet I knew I could not. And it was my own fault. That was what hurt the most. I was the reason we could not be together. I was the danger to his life and his family´s. In least I could give them something that they wanted: I could give them Sky back by making this sacrifice. By giving my life to safe hers, I felt like I was making a difference. It was kind of stupid, but she was family in my mind. Even if she did not remember me… The car was getting closer and closer. Why did I not run? Why? The car was so close that I could sense there were 3 people in the car that were all male and between the ages of 25-40. The car stopped in front of me, and a door was opened just in the moment when an unknown voice said: "Get in. Now." I got in and closed the door behind me.

"Put this on" The voice said again and handed me a scarf that I put on. After less than a second of me putting the scarf on the car was driving away with me inside of it.

The car had been driving for what for a normal person would have felt like hours, but I knew that the car ride had taken 3 hour, 43 minutes and 35,8 seconds before the car stopped. Then the four of us got out. I could not see anything, but I knew I was still somewhere in the state of Colorado and yet very close to Denver where the airport was. I guessed we were in an industrial area of some kind where we would have total privacy. And I knew still was my only chance to escape these people before I was handed over to someone else – mostly my husband. I had done my part in our deal: I had come to them which meant that I had literally done my part. So now I could escape from them. The question was just how. They clearly did not know about my ability, or they had not listened. Either way it was a win for me, because that meant I should use their pain against them. I focused on their pain, took the pain I felt myself and used it on them. It meant that I now had 5 minutes before they were able to fight. I took of the scarf and looked around to find something I had seen before. I made one big mistake: I turned my back to the three men for a second which could end up coasting me my life. One of the three men was not affected the way I thought he would be. The pain had not knocked him out. Not at all. He was very angry, and he came at me while saying: "What did you do?" I did not know what to do so I focused all the pain towards him. I should not have done that. I should not have done that. He fell down to the ground like a bag of potatoes, and I knew he was died. No one can handle feeling that much pain… No one. I had kill a man. My hands were shaking as I started to run away for the car and the 3 men. I kept running and running. I did not know what I was running towards. I just kept running…

Vicor´s point of view – at the Benedict house.

I was cleaning the room Drue had stayed in – not that there was much to clean. Something got my attention and at first I did not know what it was, but after a little while I discovered it was a letter. The letter had my name on it written with Drue´s handwriting which I found kind of odd. If she wanted to tell me something, why did she not just do it? As I opened the letter and started to read it, I understood why… She was gone…, and she had not told me. I felt my hands starting to shake of anger.