Tears running down my face as thought they were blood. I stare at him when he doesn’t look at me. It makes sense right. I. I. Deserve. It is my fault. So I pull on something I havent used since I was a baby, my telepathy. “I’m sorry!” I try to scream through telepathy but I hope everything gets conveyed. You never know. I know he heard me because he finally meets my eyes with a thousand emotions trying to win over. I see betrayal anger and a touch of love. At least its not gone. I. I. I deserve it to be gone. “Why do you think asking him for help would’ve been a good idea?” He whispers into my head. It has so many meanings. I thought I was helping. We needed food. We needed to live not survive. I. I. I thought I was helping. “We needed help. I was trying to-“ “Come on! How freaking gullible are you?!” He interrupts me screaming into my head. I don’t know what to say. I was young. I was hungry. He can’t think this is only my fault. But I guess it is. But could he not even see my side?! “You can keep your principles when your not starving! I was half dead. I wanted to live. I. I. I wanted to live. Can you argue with that?!” I say in his brain. He meets my eyes again. I can tell he doesn’t have an answer. “I wanted to live.” I whisper