A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 50

I ran into the first bathroom I came across and locked myself in. I didn't want anyone near me. I pressed my back to the back of the door and slid down to the floor where I brought my knees to my chest and hid my face. I tried blocking out the memories but they just came and punched my straight in the face.

"Kill him, Little Killer, go on. He dies or you," his voice whispered in my ear.

I pulled the trigger, the bullet going through his skull. His limp body falls to the floor... Lifeless.

"Come on, Little Killer, it's nothing you haven't done before. Go on kill him," his shadow of a figure demands.

I felt a gun barrel press against my skull. I panicked and pull the trigger the gun. Blood flows out of his chest rapidly. Blood started coming out of his mouth, too, as he falls to his knees, then flat against his bleeding chest.

A boy stands in front of me. Tears in his eyes. Lip quivering. Silently pleading me not to kill him.

My hands started to shake as I try to hold the gun up. Tears sprang to my eyes as I watch the boy close his eyes. Why was I doing this? Why couldn't I just let hum kill me? I didn't deserve to live anymore.

"Kill him!" the shadows yell.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper as I pull the trigger to the gun again. I shot him in the head, killing him instantly.

The onslaught of memories horrified me. I killed all those people. I did that. I cut all their lives short of what it could have been. So many damn lives. So many.

I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. I stared at the floor in horror. Tears were like rivers down my face as I realize the severity of what I did. I'm a monster.

"Max! Open the door!" I recognize the voice as Logan, but I didn't make a move to go open the door.

The banging and pounding continued against the door, but I ignored it all. I needed... wanted it all to end. I didn't want the memories or pain anymore. I wanted it all to disappear and go away. Maybe it could...

Just as I was walking over to the sink to find something sharp the bathroom door is busted open. I stood there looking like a total wreck not only in front of Logan, but in front of Jacob and Kyle too.

Logan rushes over to me and wraps his arms around me tightly. Now the only thing keeping me from collapsing again were his arms. I wanted to cry more, but I didn't have anymore tears left to give. I wanted to end it all, but I would never be able to bring myself to do it. Logan deserve more, but I selfish and couldn't leave him, not anymore.

When I pulled back I stared right into his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be, it's okay. You're going to be okay. I'm here for you, just like everyone else. None of us are going anywhere," Logan reassured me and he took one of my hands in his.

I nodded, I didn't know what to say after that. I needed to hear that though. I needed to know that they aren't going to leave me, no matter how messed up I am. It didn't matter how many times they told me before, it was now that I was starting to believe it. It was now that I was starting to heal. I had to break to be rebuilt. It sucked.

"Promise me you will let me help you," Logan said suddenly.

"I promise," I vowed is a quiet voice.

Logan smiled slightly and kissed me, even though I could see the worry and concern behind the forced smile.