Dedicated to Your Majesty; MizzLillipup

Short chapters, sorry! I'm trying to shove some Dragon chapters out then I'll continue so the new very tiny chapters will be poetic.

Shelby's POV (5 days later)

I sat on a bar stool, watching Jess Ross get a camera set up. The others sat quietly on the couch in front of me. The camera stared harshly at me and I looked away, the red light blinking on. The camera caught me in it's glare has it records Max, Cory, Adam, Jessica, and the rest.

"Um, hey guys..." Adam started.

They began talking about what happened to Jin. I didn't speak or cry, the eery emptiness sat on my shoulders and heart. That's the scariest thing about watching death, you feel so empty and guilty at the same time.

"So I don't think Shelby will... be coming to Vid-Con with us," Jess said, after someone must of explained what I did.

"No, its fine, I'll go," I insisted, my own voice surprising me.

Max sounded suprised, "Oh, okay, are you sure."

I nodded.

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The guilt I feel most days is like a stalking panther that sinks it's venom laced claws into my heart and skin. It felt like it's teeth were acid that burned my throat and eyes, it kept going for the kill but couldn't quite get the job done.

The empty space is my heart was terrifying. It sat there, eating away at emotions and also sparking them. It was like a lazy, fat wolf that was killing for fun. It was watching the other wolves starve as it gnawed on a huge deer, with a sinister sneer on its crimson snout.

The space between me and the others seems like oceans. I closed my eyes and heard them finish the video. A thought came to mind.

I'm scared, will I build a boat or will I just keep sinking?