Because I'm alone here, and it's driving me crazy, Vladimir.
It's all that keeps repeating in my head over and over while she clings to me, crying as if her life depended on it.
She's not going crazy; she's losing herself because of the weight of her actions. She's withering because she doesn't know how to deal with the demons she's awakened by taking a life. I'd bet on it and win without a doubt that she's even blaming herself for what happened that night.
She wants me here. She wants me, she said. But what assures me she's telling the truth? What assures me that all this isn't just another show to gain an advantage and stab me in the heart?
"You need to calm down, Rebecca," I told her firmly. "If you keep crying like this, you might faint like last time."
"I'm not going to faint."
