KILLIAN
There she was, lying on the hard ground of the hill, the wind blowing her dirtied hair against her blood-stained face. Her body once vibrant and full of life now lay feeble and inanimate on the ground. She was gone.
I began to hear a voice say, “It's your fault”. The voice said this over and over again, nearly making me lose my wits. Soon after, it seemed I did. I began to scream at the voice, telling it I was sorry, and that it should leave me be.
It didn't.
Now the voice no longer sounded in my head anymore. It was as though the world was screaming in my face, yelling at me for allowing a young lady to die saving my life.
I fell to the ground, shedding tears, as I pleaded for the voice to let me be. I kept begging, my voice breaking as I did.
And then I woke up.
“It was a
