The water ran from the foset in the small attached kitchen in our room. I washed my hands of the blood. Sithe's and Riah's blood. I could hear Issac helping clean the blood from his mom as I turned the foset off. "There you go, just keep it on there." he said letting his mom hold onto a towel filled with ice for her bruises. I walked over to them, "How is it?" I asked his mom. She looked up at me, first stunned, but then quickly turned mad looking away from me. "So, you're one of them." she said. I looked at my feet ashamed. "Yes." I quietly said. "So, it's your fault my husband is dead." She said looking back at me, anger this time was the only feeling that risee from her, like steam from boiling water. "It's because of you my son suffered!" she angrily exclaimed. "Mom, don't." Issac said grabbing her arm. "No, she's right." I said looking at them, the ashamed feeling still holding strong to me. "It is my fault your husband's dead." I said biting my lips, feeling tears fall from my eyes. "I'm the one who broke you out, and wanted to go with you. I didn't stop to think about how it would effect the people around you. It was selfish of me to think it'll all be ok. And, I'm sorry." I said looking at my feet again. "But, it's too late to change it now." I said looking up at them. "We can't go back in time, or change the past. So, all we can do is just move forward, and try to make it out alive." I said to them. Issac nodded agreeing, and his mom looked...