It's All My Fault- (Octaven)

Raven's POV:

   About two hours after we dropped Octavia off, we arrived at the house I would be staying at. And too my surprise, it turned out that Lexa would be staying here with me.

   "Hey, Raven, I'm really sorry that we were talking about you. It's just, we all care about you. And we're worried. Especially Octavia. You haven't been yourself lately," Lexa explained while we walked out to the house.

   "I know," I replied emotionlessly. I was definitely angry. And I didn't even attempt at hiding that. But I didn't want to deal with that too, right now. I already have too much on my plate.

We made our way to the door, and were immediately greeted by a young girl. She reminded me of Nyla. She looked up at us, and smiled. She then slammed the door in our faces, and I heard her yelling, "There here! Come let them in," she screamed.

Lexa and I laughed at the little girl's actions. Soon enough, an older woman answered the door. Abby told us her name was Vera.

"Hello, girls, sorry about Margret. Please, come in," she said in a calm, soothing voice. We walked through the door, and before we knew it, Margret was pulling us up the stairs to her room.

   "I want to show you my drawings!" She excitedly explained to Lexa and I.

   Margret began to gather papers lying on the ground.

   She showed us her stick figure, crayon drawings, and see seemed very proud of herself after we told her how good they were.

   "Hey, lady, Can I feel your robot leg?" The girl innocently asked me, referring to my leg brace.

   I always felt uncomfortable when people acknowledge my brace. I hate that it slows me down. I hate how people always try to help carry something for me, or offer to help me up. I am more than capable of taking care of myself. Just because I don't have full use of my leg, doesn't mean I need to be protected.

   "No. Don't touch it," I said more sharply than I meant to.

   "Okay," pouted and laid in her bed.

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That night...

   I feel terrible. Not that I'm sick. But I just feel sad. I feel guilty that I didn't try to comfort Octavia, or even talk to her for that matter. I feel bad for not accepting Lexa's apology. And I feel bad for snapping at Margret.

   I just want everything to go away. I just need a way out.

   Maybe there's a way I can finally be free of all my pain, guilt, and problems.

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