It's All My Fault- (Octaven)

Octavia's POV:

   Does she really feel like she has nothing to live for? Am I not enough? She has so much going for her. She's brilliant. She's beautiful. She's kind. The world needs more people like Raven.

"Do you want to talk about it," Cece asked me while driving.

   "Not really," I bitterly replied.

"You know, I went through something like this when I was your age,"

I turned to look at her.

"When I was sixteen, our house caught fire. My dad had gotten my sister and I out safely, but my mother was still inside. When he went back in to get her, the roof collapsed. Both of them died," she said letting a single tear fall from her eye. "My sister became so depressed, she turned to drugs. Every night, she'd come home drunk or high. I was too afraid to tell someone. Now I regret it. One night, she got drunk, and jumped off a bridge," she finished.

   "I'm so sorry," I had no idea how to reply to her.

   "Don't be. Everything happens for a reason,"

   The rest of the ride home was quiet. Except for the the music playing in the background. But when Add it Up started to play, I lost it. It just reminded me of when we were all happy. Clark, Lexa, Nyla, Raven and I. We were all happy. I miss that.

"Don't you start crying now," Cece said playfully. "Everything will work out. I just know it,"

Authors note:

I had major writers block writing this... so I apologize the chapter is short.

Let me know if you liked it anyway! Thanks for reading! :)