"It isn't my fault," I sobbed, breaking down completely in front of him. "How could I have known? How was I supposed to know that he wouldn't hurt anyone else? All I wanted was to get home safely."
He hesitated, then gently rubbed his thumb gently over my cheek.
"Shh... Everything's going to be alright. We promise. We just need to figure out a way to escape first," he whispered.
I shook my head, unable to bring myself to stop crying. I didn't want to cry anymore. I just wanted to get back to my family. I wanted them to know that I'd survived. I knew that I'd failed them.
I'd always known that I was different from most of the people in my life, but I'd never realized how much. I never realised that the world wasn't exactly kind to its people. I'd never given it any consideration. I just
