*Hope*
“Owen ! NO !” I hear my own scream of panic. Fear grips me.
Owen just kind of stops and looks down at himself as Siena lifts the knife to stab again, still screaming incoherently.
“No Siena, stop, please stop”. I throw myself forward, wanting to put myself between them. All I can think of is saving Owen, and protecting Siena from the guilt she would feel when her mind clears.
“Hope, watch out”. Owen calls out, grabbing my shoulder as I slide in front of him, clearly as set on protecting me as I am him.
I hold up my hands. “Siena, it’s me Hope. I know the voices are sounding like the truth right now, but they are manipulating you … you love Owen, you don’t want to hurt him”.
I can just hope that she also doesn't want to hurt me … that she even recognises me.
“I can’t trust any
