Time seemed to have slowed to a stop as she came closer to me. Her face was still unreadable, but her body trembled, leaking the fear she tried so hard to hide. The silence would've been deafening if it wasn't for the pounding in my ears from my heart.

"YOU are crazy enough to do this", she spat, words crackling as tears flowed down her cheeks. For once in my life, I couldn't see a way around this accusation; not even one. It would've been less believable if I hadn't woken up next the lifeless body of my ex-girlfriend.

"YOU are the one that tied me up and left me in that closet to starve!" her voice began to raise as she pointed to the door. "YOU are the one who kidnapped an innocent being for your benefits."

The pain written all over her proved that I was my own worst nightmare. I was a monster, the villain in this insanely twisted up comic book, the person who becomes emotional enough to see black rather than red and not remember what they had done.

I was forgotten, broken.

Just like my memory.

Sniffles were heard throughout the cabin, echoing as the sounds reflect off of the walls and back to me. I couldn't bring myself to turn to look at the woman, as I knew that there was nothing I could do to help her. The importance of my apologies faded as her sobs became clear.

There was nothing I could do. I couldn't take it back. I couldn't try to help her find out who did this.

Because I did. I did this. This just proves that when you think you know yourself, you're wrong.

But all I could think about was what Dean would think, what Bobby would think. How could they even look at me and try to tell me that it's alright? How could they tell me it's not my fault that my mind decided to make me do this?

They couldn't, they wouldn't. Because it's all my fault. And I can't fix it this time. All I can do is save this woman from me.

"Run," I said, swallowing down my self loathing. "Go somewhere you can save yourself."

She just stared at me, scoffing, as if I had pulled the typical "it's not you it's me".

"You know, you have a lot of problems." She said, shaking her head as she turned away.

"What?" I asked, confused because I know I have problems.

"Just because you can save me, doesn't mean you can just go back to normal, you know that right? You can't just pretend this didn't happen."

"I'm not," I snapped before pinching the bridge of my nose, "I'm not pretending. I know how this is going to end and either you get out of here alive, maybe tell a cop or two about what happened, or you'll end up dead."

She turned around, eyes darting between my own.

Silence fills the room for a moment, the only sounds being our breaths.

"No," she decides, crossing her arms and chewing her bottom lip, "we are getting out of here so you can tell the cops themselves."

Then it was my turn to scoff, "what? Are you insane?! They're not going to believe me!" My voice quivered, a mix of anger from her decision and fear of the consequences I will hold.

"What, your little 'I don't remember what happened, I blacked out' story? Of course they won't! That's why you lie!" She said, frustrated.

I didn't know what to say, I just gawked at her as if she had three heads.

She turned away again to the door, "now come on. If we don't go now, we'll waste time and risk running into the owner of this place."

I rolled my eyes, "I don't think someone would even think of using this place anymore, let alone coke out here at the dead of night."

She glared at me, deep brown eyes digging into my skull.

And with that, she stepped outside, shivering slightly from the sudden temperature change.

I followed suite, questioning why I listened but didn't think for long as we ventured through the trees.

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|Word Count| 730
As you can tell, this chapter didn't come out within a few days, lmao. Sorry about that 😅. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

-MJ