Greatwater Lake don't you forget about me

Another voice joined the scene. But this time, she recognized a scent. Burke. What was he doing out here? She was mad. But he would get the cat off her. "Burke! Get this cat off me.. It killed Pietro!" She didn't want him to kill it. That was her job. She would avenge the boy, it was her duty. A burst of adrenaline later, she broke free from the cats momentary lack if restraint on her. She skidded over to Burke, thankful he had perfect timing. "I'm so sorry Burke, you told me to look out for them. I failed. It's all my fault. Oh god, it's all my fault. I helped teach him how to spar.. he tried to fight.. I'm so fucking sorry Burke," And she cried. It was a river, flowing from the years of suffer she felt. Her tormented childhood, death, everything she did wrong to break a dam in her mind and she could not stop the rushing current that carried all the pain. She couldn't stop. She lay at his feet, unable to move from the soreness in her neck. She could feel it. The ache. The pain. She wasn't numb. She had never cried before. It hurt. For once in her life, she felt humane .

"I know you told me to look after them.. I tried. I said I wasn't ready. And then you ran off.. right after he died.. leaving me to wither like I didn't have feelings too! How could you? I'm not indestructible like you," She sobbed at his feet, but found she could not move. Her neck. Blood flowed from the wound like a river. It was then her breathing turned raspy, laboring against her struggle. Blood. "I failed," She looked at him once more. It was hard to breathe then. It hurt.. She couldn't breathe.

She didn't want to.