It's Always My Fault Novels & Stories

It's over. It's over and it's my fault. It's my fault. I'm the problem. It's me mummy. It's me.

I feel like a very useless person. It's all my fault.

This is all my fault. What have I done?

Too disappointed, too self-blame, too painful, too heartbroken. Jessica had been tormented day and night. Now, she finally saw her brother. Although she knew that she was not qualified to ask for forgiveness, she still cried and said, "If it weren't for me, Howard wouldn't have died. You don't have to be despised by my sister-in-law. I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." "It's not your fault!" "It's my fault. I fell in love with Luke, so I led the wolf into my house. I wrongly believed in Christopher, so I fell into such a trap... So, it's all my fault. It's all my fault..."

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five He was a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault. one two three four five one two three four five one two three four five It was Jasper’s fault.

Every breath that won’t come. Every part of me that’s breaking from the inside out. Because in the end… this was all my fault.

Dammit! Why do I always get myself in trouble?

*I'm so sorry you're going through this. *It's not your fault,* I thought back. *None of this is your fault.* *Still. I wish I could make it better.* *You can't. No one can.*

It is all my fault, Mine! I should never have gone to search for him, even after I found him with that bitch, I should have just left him, I should have just gone along with the mission, I should have just left him to his silly cravings, I should have put the mission first, I should have put Harriet and the mission first, this should never have happened, it is my fault. No, what the hell am I even saying, it’s not my fault, it’s his fault, it’s all Dominic’s fault and I’ll make sure he pays dearly for everything he has done.

“Whats going through your head right now? Don’t tell me you’re starting to think all of this is your fault?” I turn. “And whose fault is it if not mine,” I snap, pointing to my chest. “Tell me, Dave, how can I go see her when it’s my fault she suffered an accident that made her forget her past? It’s always my fault. If I hadn’t said those cruel things to her that night, if I hadn’t told her I was leaving, then maybe… maybe she wouldn’t have run out and gotten into that damn accident.” “But you couldn’t help it,” Dave cuts in quickly. “You did what you thought was right. You were trying to protect her.”