Shadows In Durango

Chapter 117

*****Sofia's POV*****

"I feel terrible!" I whisper out in a breath, only loud enough for myself to hear it, before I sink back down in to my chair.

The moment Vincent walked away, I felt empty once again, the waiting room being a time for me to fully look back and reflect on everything that had happened - everything I had done wrong.

His absence was immediate, as if the air had been sucked out of the space as though he couldn't stand to be around us for a second longer. He left us behind with nothing but the oppressive stillness and the dull hum of the hospital machines running in the background.

Luckily Emma had brought me pyjamas to wear (proper ones) not like the scratchy fabric I was found in and as for my matted hair and bruised up body, there wasn't much to be done with that right now...

I swallow hard, annoyed that I somehow thought I would feel back to my normal self the second I was out of there and away from Ashton, but right now, I probably felt worse...

Worse knowing that I had hurt so many people with my foolishness and stupidity!

Reid hadn't moved either, his leg still bouncing nervously as he stared down at the floor, clearly worried for his friend, and I could see the tension settled in his jaw, the same unspoken fear that was gripping all of us. Daryl was still in surgery, still fighting for his life and it was all my fucking fault.

I tried to blink back the tears burning the corners of my eyes, but it was no use. The pressure had been building for way too long, and now that Vincent had been and gone, there was nothing left to hold me together. Emma squeezed my hand gently, like she could sense the storm brewing inside me, but even her quiet support couldn't stop the flood from coming.

I covered my face with my hands, my chest tightening as the sobs eventually broke free. "This is all my fault," I whispered louder, my voice cracking under the weight of the words.

Emma immediately shifted closer to me, wrapping her arms around me, but her embrace only made the guilt worsen. "Sofia, no "

"It is!" I choked, pulling away from her. The tears were falling freely now, hot and fast, and I couldn't begin to control them.

I didn't care who saw me. I didn't care about anything except the overwhelming guilt eating me alive from the inside out.

"If I hadn't left Vincent's house that night... if I would have just stayed to talk things out with him... If I hadn't have been stupid enough to walk down that street alone so late at night... if I had just told Vincent about Ashton being in town... none of this would've ever happened to us!" My voice grows with each explanation, each one acting like a punch of reality.

was all because of

with sympathy.

I screamed, startling both Emma and Reid completely

alert me that I wouldn't be safe here with him in town and I

But I didn't care!

of my voice cut through the room, but I couldn't stop it. The words had been locked up inside me for hours, and now they were spilling out,

Daryl might die in there, and it's all my fault!" I choke out, allowing for my head to fall forward back in to my hands as

much pain to those who stepped

I had carefully tried to rebuild for myself...

I was a danger to them all at this point! My life was a curse, a disease that

me into that dark basement, the blind terror of being trapped there, helpless and alone. Daryl bursting in to save me, taking a bullet that was no doubt meant for me, because I was hiding out on

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fucking psycho. This wasn't your fault, and Daryl would say the same!"

face a mixture of pain and regret when

looked at me the

had barely spoken to me when he got here, wouldn't even let

was the reason his best friend was in that hospital bed, hooked up to machines, fighting to stay alive. I was the wedge that had landed between them both before all of this too. Their

to the both of

it in his

part was that I blamed myself

It was my fault.

All of it.

of you," I whispered, my voice barely audible now as the sobs gave way to a quiet, hollow despair as I finally look up again. "I'm the reason this happened. I'm the

suddenly latched herself on to me, hugging me tighter than ever before, but her warmth

didn't ruin anything," Emma murmured, her voice gentle but firm. "You survived, Sofia. That's what you are, a survivor. Daryl went in there to save you because he knows how important you are to each and every one of us, and because he simply knew that you were worth