Page 140 of My Revenant
“W-what does that mean?”
“I can’t do this!” I raised my voice. “I’m not this person. I can’t do it anymore.”
Dex’s hand tightened around my arm. “We’ll figure this out.”
“No.” I tried to shake him off, but he wouldn’t let me. He groaned as he used his other hand to grab me as well, the grip weaker in that one as blood streamed onto the floor. “I can’t do this! I can’t! It’s too fucking much! Let me go!”
“No! I won’t ever let you go!”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. “I can’t do this, Dex! I’ve killed three fucking people in two days. I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore!”
“Th-three? Who else did you kill, baby?”
Fuck.
“Let go of me!” I tried again to pull away, needing to escape, needing to run.
“No!” He tried to tighten his hold on me. “I’ll die before I let you go!”
I needed air. I couldn’t get any. Not here, not where there was so much red. I tried again to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let me. His hold on me was bruising.
“I said let go!” I shoved him this time. Hard enough that he was forced backward. A step on a tile covered in red. His bloodied leg failed to support him, his foot unable to find traction. He slipped.
The sound of his head hitting the counter made me want to hurl.
“I’m sorry!” I sobbed as I kneeled at his side. But he wasn’t moving anymore.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
FUCK!
“Dex?”
More red pooled around his head like a halo of death.
I wasn’t sure if it was blood or tears that obscured my vision, but his face blurred. So still. The silence like a blade to my heart.
I tried to scream, but even my voice had died, a void of regret and grief tearing open at the core of me. My fingers shook as I checked for a pulse, the void tearing me up further when I couldn’t find one.
‘I’m sorry,’ I wanted to scream over and over, but my voice remained out of reach. My soul reached for his and couldn’t find it. My love. My purpose. My home. In losing him, I lost them all.
A sound from the doorway. I turned from the horror I had created to see it reflected back at me in wide eyes. Roy.
Too much. It was all too fucking much.
Run.
I stumbled to my feet. My legs threatened to give out with every step. Roy remained frozen in place, his eyes on the carnage as I pushed passed him. Bloodied handprints smeared over the walls as I made it to the door.
Run.
A cold breeze chilled the red on my face, on my clothing.
Run.
Keys shook in my hand as I unlocked the car.
Run.
