*Frisk's POV*

After that night in the cell with Bella, I never looked at her the same.

Instead of being fascinated with how she ate, I had the image of a human in her jaws. The image of the teeth slick with blood instead of slobber. Her eyes reflecting the humans fear filled eyes.

Or they were reflecting my own eyes.

Just added to the more reasons why I couldn't look at her.

She noticed, I could tell. But she tried to act like nothing happened. 

How could I have been so selfish to continue?

I should have been there for her shouldn't I?

Yet the image was strong and clear, I couldn't shake it from my head.

Not only did Bella notice, but G as well.

Which added to my discomfort when he sat next to us at dinner, his mouth puffing smoke from his cigarette.

I tried to ignore the smoke, and G all together, but it was hard not to try and wave away the smoke.

"Heya dollface," His voice slipped into my ear and I held another shiver, "Ya ain't talking as much anymore. That's too bad ain't it? I'm sure people miss your whiny voice."

Of course, I could see others eyes glancing at us, eager for another show that we were sure to put on for them.

Though I didn't give any show.

I wasn't ready to deal with G, the other prisoners, and Bella who was sure to betray me again.

So I stayed silent, trying to ignore Bella's look of worry.

And G's sickly smirk.

"Ya better answer me doll, I don't like being ignored," He mused, knowing everyone wanted a show.

He was ready to give them what they wanted, as long as he won. 

As long as he got what he wanted in return.

"You didn't ask me a question," I answered in a soft voice, trying not to start anything, yet I could feel the tense energy heat up with each of my words.

"That any excuse?" He asked with a soft raspy chuckle.

I almost slapped him right there.

Instead, I simply shook my head twice and ate some of the food, forcing it down my throat with a strong struggle.

"Hmph. I thought so," G said, his dark eyes lowered as he talked to me.

One of the things I hated most about talking with G, was when the whole room went quiet as he spoke; knowing that if they didn't, he would beat everyone. Not just me.

I decided to stop eating, because the sound of me chewing in the silence sounded as loud as boulders. 

Bella was just as silent as the others, and I almost felt as if she wanted a show as well.

There was no way I was going to let G into my head.

So there we all sat in silence, waiting for someone to speak up before G; G just waiting for me to speak for myself.

I never did, and I could feel his smirk flatten into a stone glare.

"... You ignoring your friend there huh sweetheart?" G asked his smile back as he pointed at Bella.

Bella went tense and I almost felt bad, until I remembered what she had done.

Why did that mess with my head so much?

Didn't I do worse?

How could I have been so selfish?

I replied, "She hasn't spoken to me either..." 

G smirk grew wider, and I realized he was planning something.

Something dangerous.

Something that would cause another story that prisoners would share for more years to come.

Just like those other stories I listened to.

Is this how they all started?

Or did it start with the Prince?

"What would get your attention then? If she... got hurt?" 

"Don't." 

My voice was sharp, and strong, it shocked me as well the other prisoners.

G didn't seem shocked, even with my determination so strong, I felt as if it was shining through my orange jumpsuit.

"Aw why not doll? What would you do about it?" He asked, looking at me with amused eyes.

What would I do?

What could I do?

Do what he wanted me to do?

What does he want me to do?

Put on a show for these people who didn't deserve entertainment?

So I stayed silent.

After the silence turned to discomfort, G scoffed and stood up, shoving my head in the process.

"Weak," He mumbled walking out of the room, his smoke leaving a small trail behind him.

Finally the room breathed and people went back to normal, by that I mean fighting, arguing, bullying, and talking.

I could feel Bella's eyes still on me. 

As if she hadn't looked away.

"... What would you do...?" She asked in a quiet, worried, voice.

Without answering, I emptied my tray and listened to the sharp bell that meant cell time.

When we were in our cell, Bella left me alone to think for myself.

Well, as alone as I could get. 

She went to the opposite side of the room and pealed at the paint on the wall.

So I thought to myself, and wondered what I would do if she was getting hurt.

What I could do.

Nothing came to my mind, and I felt sick in the stomach to realize that's why she had never helped me before.

She couldn't think straight with a question like that in her head.

All the possible out comes, and none of them were good.

I could only see the feeling of regret after word.

Would it be worth it?

The next day Bella and I where silent to each other, as if she was still waiting for me to answer her question.

Though I hadn't seen G all day, I saw him in the yard, smoking and staring at a blood stain on the cement.

Bella wasn't around me, so I went to my usual spot on the wall, pealing at the paint just like Bella had the night before.

Just like I had my whole life.

That's when I heard the scream.

Bella's scream.

My head jolted in her direction, and I could see two monsters beating her to the ground, blood covering her slick teeth just like in my image.

Except this blood was her own.

And she was coughing up the sludge with each punch they threw into her stomach.

She tried to scream again, I saw it. I saw her hesitant face as she tried to scream for help, yet it was interrupted by another punch.

Then to the face.

Then a kick in the legs which made her collapse from pain.

Then a knee to the jaw.

I noticed G smirking across the yard, watching the fight as if he was proud.

Proud of his own work.

I ran over as fast as I could, not wanting to give G any satisfaction.

This was the moment in my life that I forced myself to answer the question.

What would I do?

What would I do?

What would I do?

The question swirled my mind as I ran over to the group people seemed to form, most laughing and cheering, as if G himself was beating Bella.

Even from across the yard, I could hear G's soft chuckle.

I could smell his smoke that stunk with pride.

What would I do?

I pushed my way through the crowd so I was in front, watching the monsters punch her over and over, her blood staining the ground.

Another stain for G to stare at.

Another story for people to share.

Another victory for him.

What would I do?

No... at that moment of watching her, I asked myself:

What would Bella do?

She would watch.

If I was the girl in the clutches of a man ordered by G, the other shoving his fist into my stomach with a sickly laugh, she would watch me.

Bella would watch me be beaten, as if she enjoyed it as much as the others.

What would I do?

Suddenly so many options came into my head.

Yell at them.

Hurt them.

Beg G to make them stop.

Take her place.

Get her out of there.

Get a guard.

Anything!

Except instead I watched.

I watched her fear filled eyes fall on me, begging me to help her through tears.

I watched her teeth open wide when she screamed with pain.

I watched the blood flood out of her mouth along with the slobber.

I watched as the monsters beat my best friend into the ground.

That's when I noticed others where watching me.

Yet I didn't care.

I turned and walked away from the fight, knowing Bella would do the same thing to me.

Even though I felt G's eyes on me, even when I heard his laugh of satisfaction, I knew that if I did anything, I would be the one getting beat again.

So I walked away, my fist clenched as Bella screamed with pain and betrayal from me.

I didn't hide my shiver anymore.

Would I have regretted saving her?

All I know, is that no regret felt as strong as when I was walking away from my friends bloody helpless screams.

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A/N: YAY!!!! ANOTHER CHAPPIE!!!!

This is when all sh*t goes down I hope you guys know that. ;)

Did you guys like the chapter?

Also I think this is what will make Frisk so kind, (yet still a badass) but more kind then before, because she never wants to feel this regret again.

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