It's Always My Fault Novels & Stories

“It’s all my fault.” My mother crouched beside me, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. “What are you talking about? It’s not your fault. That crazy woman did this to him, not you.” I shook my head, my hair falling into my face. “If I hadn’t gone out alone, or if I’d paid attention to where I was going, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” “No, don’t say that,” she insisted firmly. “She kidnapped you and poisoned you. She’s the one who hurt Sean, not you. This is her fault. Do you hear me? You’re not responsible for this.”

“This is all my fault.” “What do you mean?” Stuart pulls his head up and looks at me. The pain and sorrow in his eyes are almost too much to bear. “If I’d never been the way I was…..if I hadn’t raised the twins the way I did……” Stuart stands and starts to pace back and forth. “If I had been a better man, this wouldn’t be happening.” I lean back on the table, using a hand to balance me. “If this is your fault, then it’s equally my fault.”

“My fault? You said it’s my fault? How is it my fault?!” “If you hadn’t left home—if you hadn’t run off the way you did—none of this would’ve happened! Not Mom’s declining health. Not your parents splitting. Nothing!” “And why do you always blame me? Why?” she shrieked. “Whenever anything goes wrong in your boring, shitty, stupid life, you pin it on me! Are you obsessed with me or just addicted to blaming me?!”

I said, regret once again seeping into my heart. "Oh no, you don't." Ruthie stuck a finger in my face. "You don't get to take the blame for this one. It's not your fault. It's not my fault. And it's not Zander's fault. It just sucks the big one that this had to happen now." "When would be a good time, Ruthie?" She let loose a morose laugh. "Yeah, never. Listen, I'm just whining. A girl's gotta complain sometimes."

He was awake this entire time? "I'm sorry," I choked out between sobs, my voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know how to fix this. Everything I've done... all of it—it's my fault. It's always my fault." The words spilled out of me like poison, bitter and sharp, as if admitting the truth would somehow make the weight easier to carry. But it only made it worse. I blamed myself. For everything. For not being enough, for the bloodshed, for screwing things up in ways I couldn't even explain. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was losing him too, even though he was holding me tighter like he was afraid I might disappear into the dark spaces I was fallin

she asked no one in particular and Melissa cleared her throat, she was already blaming herself for what had happened to her little sister, no matter how many times her aunt consoled her and told her that it was not her fault but she still thought that all that was because of her, if she could have stayed in the house maybe all that could not have happened, maybe it could have prevented everything and maybe they could not be there all nervous about Alicia’s health, they could be still at home, maybe watching a family TV show like they always did on weekends, she blamed herself for going out that day “She fell from a tree, I was with her but I just forgot to check on her and the next thing I

Not even when I thought I lost my mate forever. But now? Now it feels like I lost everything all at once. And the worst part is… It is all my fault.

Not knowing if I'd make the same mistakes again. Not knowing if I've learned anything at all. Just knowing that I'm alone. And it's entirely my own fault.

It's my fucking fault she is hurt this bad she jumped in the way of a knife meant for me. Rose please be okay. I think I hate myself as we wait to hear the news. I growl and pace before tears fill my eyes. All my fault, all my fault keeps playing on repeat in my head. She has to be okay.

I didn’t know when that came out of my mouth, but I was truly sorry for making her go through that, it was all my fault. It was my fault that I appointed the wrong attorney which caused the cut in her arm, it is also my fault that I left Asher all alone and she had to come in to save him, leading to the cut on her head, it’s all my fault. “You don’t have to blame yourself, it’s the drivers fault for driving recklessly.” “No, it’s my fault, and I am sorry.” I murmured, “I shouldn’t have left Asher all alone there, I could have thought of a way to keep them both with me.” I added.