It's Always My Fault Novels & Stories

Miserable, even. “I don't know you well enough to understand what made you think this was your fault,” I said. “And I don't know what it's like to lose the only family you have. But I do know what it feels like to see someone you care about get hurt and feel completely helpless.” He didn't react to my words, so I continued. “It isn't your fault,” I said. “You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't blame yourself.”

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.

*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.”

Just watching me in that pure calm that only he can achieve. “It’s my fault,” “It’s my fault,” I say again, stronger this time, my voice shaking with the weight of it. I can feel the words building inside me, as though saying them over and over will somehow make them less painful. “No, it’s not,” he says sharply, his voice steady, trying to ground me. “It's my fault!” I snap, the words tearing from my throat. “I did this. If I hadn’t—”

Ego cried bitterly. "Did she ask you to, eh?!" her mother queried as she put her arms akimbo. Ame shook her head sadly. "You didn't have to, Ego. You're hurting everyone concerned," she told her friend. Ego turned fiery as she lashed out verbally at her friend. "Yes, Ame! Go on and castigate me along with everyone else ,seeing that I put my own happiness on the line because of you! And you know what, you're nothing but an ingrate! An ingrate, do you hear?!" she spat as she headed indoors but her mother's voice stopped her in her tracks.

I blame my fucking self; I was the one who told her to get out of the house and go do something other than sit here in the nursery driving herself crazy with the little things she felt needed to be done. I blame myself, it’s all my fucking fault she's once again gone. The amber liquid in the crystal glass I hold in my hand is doing nothing to silence the fucking voice in my head that's taunting me with its words. ‘It keeps saying it’s your fucking fault, it’s your fucking fault, it's your fucking fault.’