I am so very sorry. Really guys, it's my fault that this chapter is so late. With school starting and XC to handle I've been very busy. I'm also currently moving from Germany to South Carolina so I'm typing this at a friend's house. This is so incredibly late and it's short! Really sorry again you guys.

DAY: Chapter 15

It was just as Anden had predicted. I didn't get a moment's rest as soon as I told him. I was rushed to the nearest hospital and put through numerous tests. It was announced by lunch, that it was true. I was immune and held the cure to the plague. And I was praised as a hero.

DAY

It's been a few weeks. Eden is happy that I'm home but I know he's worried. I'd be worried too I guess. I'd be even more worried if I could see me. I'm at least grateful that he's blind for once, that's a horrible thing to think but it's true. I'm grateful that he can't see what a horrible mess I am. I'm grateful that he can't see just how gaunt my face has become. Anden has but he's not in much better shape.

I'd been given leave indefinitely, which loosely translated to: Don't come back to work until you have your shit together, which I didn't have, at all. I was a sad lump on the couch trying to keep myself steady.

I was gutted, wide open with no hopes of closing. Eden was at school. I'd told him that I'd started going back to work a week ago. The lie coiled inside of me but did little to change to already overbearing guilt of what I'd done.

There was a knock at the door. It could have been a number of people. It could be Anden, or the press. It could even be fans of mine that seemed to grow by the day. All of them would camp out by my apartment building. It was a kind gesture but an unneeded one. I would rather they all leave me alone then cry at my door about how sorry they were for June's death. They acted as though they had known her, as if a few minutes of screen time exposed all she was as a person. It made me sick, these half mourners.

The knocking became more insistent, desperate. Still I lay there, staring at the wall. It became so loud that I realized that they were no longer using their fists, but their body. Someone was trying to break down the door. The second of panic quickly passed and I continued with my futile staring contest.

I didn't move until someone forced me to my feet (none too gently).

"Next time, answer the damn door." It was Thomas. My luck was really horrible. Of all the people in the world it had to be him. It always was. I would have much rather had some deranged fan. They would have at least made my death less painful. "Are you going to say something?" I was pushed back into the couch with a shove. "You don't deserve this. I should have never helped you."

That's when it dawned on me. Thomas had been the one to drag June into this. Thomas was the one to take her in the middle of the night. A rage like no other bubbled up inside me. It ate and clawed at me as though it were starving.

My vision blurred and my fists clenched. The paperclip ring dug into my skin but it did little to distract me. If anything, it focused me. Thomas was something real. He was an enemy that I could defeat with shear strength.

I swung at him without a second thought. I could feel his skin give under my knuckles. His nose broke with a sharp, satisfying crack. Soon it was gushing blood all over the white carpet. It was an improvement in my opinion.

Thomas tried to block my next punch but I was too fast and too low. The next hit him in the stomach and with a kick he was on his back.

"Day, calm down, you have to listen." He swallowed his words with his next breath. The wind was knocked out of him as I punched him again in the stomach. I couldn't let him talk. He had to forever be gasping for breath. I couldn't bear to listen to anymore of his lies, lies that he had told June, lies that had led her to her end.

His mouth was full of red and he spit it out along with some chipped teeth. A fist came at me and I was on the ground.

"Don't make me sedate you Day. I told her that I'd be reasonable." I shook my head. My thoughts were crazed, too angry to breath. I was too angry to feel anything but June's body become slack in my arms. The guilt in me twisted like a knife but it was Thomas who had sharpened it. He was at least partly at fault.

"You're the reason she's gone. You were supposed to keep her safe." I got to my feet and stood strong, my eyes never left his. "You told Metais that you'd protect her. And what do you do? You throw her at their feet!" My hands were around his throat. His boots inches off the ground, and his eyes bulged as he realized what I was capable of. He was backed up against a wall and I was going to end him, a life for a life. I never thought It'd come to this but this was justice. Maybe this act would alleviate me of some of the guilt. Maybe this would be the same as taking those words back.

"Day"- I tightened my grip, ignoring his feeble attempts to escape. "I came…I came to tell….June…isn't." I swear my heart stopped. For a moment I was dead and the next I was alive. I dropped Thomas as though he'd burned me.

I'd believed him for a second. I was foolish enough to fall for his tricks twice. He was about to die, of course he'd say anything to get away with his life. He was already reaching into his jacket for the sedative.

But what he pulled out was no sedative but a gun. It wasn't just any gun, it was the plague gun. It was the very gun that he had turned on June. His eyes were focused and I'm sure he would have looked very threatening if it wasn't for the crooked nose gushing rivers of blood and dripping into his mouth. It would have also helped if the gun was able to hurt me.

"I thought you dim Thomas but I never thought you stupid. I'm immune or did you already forget?" Thomas only smiled and then he pulled the trigger.

Okay, I thought this was a good stopping place. I don't want to give it all away too soon. So I might not update for a while (again sorry) since I'm moving overseas soon. I hoped you guys liked the chapter! Please review :D