... breaths come in ragged gasps , chest heaving with each frantic exhale as he moves through the house . the heavy sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet , knife in hand slick with sweat , trembling as nervous fingers grip it tight . he’s scared — terrified , but can’t let her get away . not now . not when she’s so close to ruining everything . when he finally rounds the corner into the kitchen , there she is , backed up against the counter , eyes wide with fear , looking at him like she doesn’t recognise him — like a stranger in their home. ‘ please ... ’ plea leave lips in desperation , voice cracking , eyes feral and anguished . ‘ you don’t understand. had to do it, sarah. i had to — ’ words veer off , weight of them crashing down on him . body shaking , not just in fear , but from the raw , gut - wrenching guilt that's been clawing at him since that day on the tarmac . the image of sheriff peterkin , his dad , the gun , and all that blood … he did it to protect their family . to protect their father . but then why does his sister look at him like he's nothing more than a monster. ‘ i did it for us. ’ continues , voice cracking . he’s so close to losing control , so close to breaking . ‘ don’t you see ? i’m trying to protect us all. i never wanted any of this to happen. ’ hopeless eyes search hers , looking for a sign of understanding . but all he sees is judgement , one that cuts deeper than the knife he holds . ‘ why do you hate me? ’ question rips out of him like a scream . ‘ why are you doing this ? i’m not a bad person, sarah. i'm your brother ! ’ grip tightens on the knife like a vice as he steps closer , voice dropping to a broken whisper . ‘ please ... just let me fix this. ’ chest is tight , heart aching ... he can’t breathe , can’t think . the fear , the confusion , the desperation — it's all too consuming.
❧ … @camaerons sent ︰ dead end + reverse . ( still accepting )
