The Difference Between Fear and Terror

Untitled Part 42

Gabriel's POV

I am one of he last ones out of the room. I need a moment. Once I see them make their way down the hall, I finally allow my emotions to overtake me.

I can't lose another person. I run my fingers against the crest of my ear, feeling the three black rings. My mother. My father. My brother. Almost Luke.

Tears drop down my face. I should have realized. I should have known.

I should've known. I'm such a failure. I allowed my best friend to attempt. This is my fault. This is all my fault. I should have paid more attention.

He isn't going to ever want to talk to me again. I slide down the wall until my butt hits the ground. I failed him. I failed him just like dad said I would. People say the truth when they are drunk. I am just as awful as he said I was. I have trouble breathing. Maybe I should have taken his advice. Maybe I should just die in a hole.

My head is pushed between my knees by strong steady hands. It is held there. My breath comes in pants, but I eventually regain it.

I lift my head to see Dr. Green's blood-shot eyes. He runs a hand up and down my arms until the shaking I didn't know was happening stops. He looks concerned, but it can't be for me. I don't deserve concern. Not after what I did to Luke. I'm a failure. He stops once he is sure I'm back. We stand up and he pulls me into his arms.