Secrets holds my hand softly as I lay on the couch. My body is warm, yet I shiver like crazy. My vision is so blurry I can barley even tell I'm back in my living room. Darkness is closing in on my eyes. The only thing keeping them open is his. I have to see them, they must be the last thing I see, not black. His eyes are the only things I want to see.
But I can't turn my head. I scream in my head for him to lean over me one last time. Let me see his eyes, his sharp, yet soothing eyes. I know they must be crying, because I feel the rhythmus jerk of his hand in mine every time he sobs. My hearing is gone. I know my vision is next. Then my life. I beg, I scream, I kick at the invisible Grimm reaper in my head. I almost scream at myself.
This can't be it, this is not the end. I have survived before, and I will do it again.
That's when I put together what the guard at Kalmo said. I thought I was dreaming, I must have been. But I remember, as faint as possible, these words from his mouth: "You can't just save them, can you?"
I thought it was a joke, that I couldn't get them out of prison. That I couldn't save their lives from that place. But the truth is, the prison they're rotting in; my entire family is rotting in, is me.
I know now what I must do. I must go back. But I just have to get out of this first.
I know now that I must die. Not for me, but for them. I must die for them, but run away for me. Run away before I bring them more trouble.
With my last shred of strength, I turn my head ever so slightly, towards Secrets. His eyes look in mine, searching for life. I have done it, now I can die. Just as his eyes start to fill with hope, I whisper hoarsely, "Protect them." and then I seal off my death by closing my eyelids.