I continued to stare out the window as the plane soared into the air. 'Your a criminal' The dead agent's voice in my head screamed, 'you took 6 lives. Your a pathetic murder, a liar and a failure' I fought against the voice, 'it's not my fault!' My own voice echoed against the other voice accusing me. The thoughts bounced around in my head and I put my hand on my aching forehead. The image of the agent I remember killing flashed into my head. I remember the light leaving his eyes as I realized I had pulled the trigger. In my daydream, the man stood in front of me,
"you killed me" he sobed, "I have a 6 year old boy who no longer has a daddy because of you! It's all your fault Megan, and I'll gonna get you!!!......"
Marcus's worried voice snapped me back into reality, "Megan........" My daydream faded and the plane ride twisted Back into veiw.
"Megan?" He repeated and snapped lightly. I billed the tears back and answered.
"Are you ok?" He asked
"Yup fine" I answered still staring out the window.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
I turned my head to him. I was about to answer with a 'yes' when I realized, I wasn't ok. When would I ever be 'ok'? I mean I would be on the run for the rest of my life. I would hurt so many people, take so many lives. I wish I could just end my life so that no one else has to suffer from the demon inside of me. But we all know how that would work. I would just end up regenerating. There was no way to get rid of me. At least not for now anyway....
"No" I admitted, "I'm not ok" I could feel my tears welling up in my eyes but I did not want Marcus to see them, so I wiped them away before that could fall.
"It's ok to cry" he said softly, "you don't have to be brave for me, I'll love you anyway" I rolled my eyes and dried my tears. At least he knew how to make me laugh.
"But I mean it" he sighed and gave me an encouraging smile. As long as I had Marcus, life would be more bearable.