The Parasites That Live in The Cracks

32. Bars

Jamie  Gray walls closed around me, bars in front of me, the cold disgusting floor beneath me. Back where I belonged. Only this time I was alone. No Bree. Nobody in the cells around me. 

  I sat against the wall, a feeling of relief washing over me. I didn’t have to make choices here, I didn’t have to think, I was being punished for what I did, I had saved Bree. Everything was as close to okay as I could get. 

  I couldn’t deal with outside, I realized. I never could. This was the only place that I wouldn’t hurt anyone, either with my inability to act sometimes or with my anger problems. Bree would be better off without me. She could get away from Chayton, and live a normal life. 

  I’d been sure not to include anything about where I was or that I was alive when I visited her in a dream. Maybe she even thought I was dead. She knew that I loved her, and that’s what mattered, right? 

  Over time, vampires came and went just to taunt me. They had no effect anymore, I was too numbed for that. I’d given up, hadn’t I? Given myself instead of Bree, succumbed to my fate. 

  And I fully accepted that. That I’d stay here for the rest of eternity.