Tears of blood and broken hearts -16
   I walked through the corridors, contemplating how mentally stable i was right now. I already knew the answer, not very.
   I had left Lucas about 30 minutes ago and was now navigating my way through the halls in search of one specific house.
   I waved and smiled as people passed. I chatted to those who said hi and laughed with those who made jokes of old times. Although in reality i felt like curling into a ball and crying.
   I finally made it through the narrow streets and reached the house i had been looking for. I couldn't help but smile when i saw it. It still looked the same as always.
     An old stone building built into the rock face. That's what all the buildings here were like since the buildings were underground. I stood outside for a moment as memories flooded me. I felt my knees go wobbly as i walked through the gate and to the front door. I reached to knock and the door swung open. I heard a chuckle and then arms were surrounding me.
     "Oh it's so good to see you. You don't know how much I've missed you. Now let me see you."
       I laughed as the kind eyes of Lucas's mother swept over me. Elizabeth was an amazing woman. Her and her husband Robert. They had both done so much for this community. For the people who lived here. They still did. Not even mentioning what they had done for me. They had basically been second parents to me. They had taken care of me when I was hurt. I had been invited to all of their family events. To the birthdays the anniversaries. They had been there when I had cried and when I had laughed and smiled.
     I spun in an awkward circle as she inspected me, balancing uncomfortably on one leg and trying
to make it look like I was fine. Though I don't know why I bothered since she knew that something was wrong anyway, as usual.
     "Dear lord what happened to you? Come in, come inside" She beckoned me through the door. A worried look In her deep, dark eyes.  A slight smile touched my lips at how maternal she was towards me, especially since-. I cut off the thought, instead deciding to take in the house. I noticed as I walked that the house had stayed much the same since my last visit. Actually it had stayed pretty much the same in the past four years. The same cheerful pastel colours splashed upon the walls. The same pictures in the hallways that captured the memories of their lives and ours that would otherwise have long faded. I continued to follow her down the hall until we reached the living room.
Lamps lit the large open space that adorned one small TV in the far corner, placed upon a small wooden stand, one large, grey and white, three seater sofa  and two chairs of the same colours. Both had intricate designs sown into them which I knew Elizabeth had done herself. Each swirl and curve sown to perfection.
     A grey carpet covered the floor with a black and white mat placed upon it. As usual the room was slightly cluttered, with random boxes and pieces of the material Liz worked with, but it wasn't that horrible mess, it just made the room cosy.
     Home, that's what it felt like here. Which wasn't surprising since I didn't actually have a place to call my own since- No, I will not finish that sentence. As I mentally scolded myself Liz pulled me through the room and into the kitchen. She motioned for me to sit and I did. Ha, obedient aren't I. Trust me, it doesn't happen with most people.
     "So what happened?"
       And there it was, that dreadful question. And I thought it had been hard to tell freaking Lucas! How the hell was I supposed to tell Liz.
     Robert walked into the room.
       Damn! Can this get any freaking worse! No. that answer is NO!
"Hey, Blake. Well this is a pleasant surprise!" No, it is not a pleasant surprise! That's what I wanted to scream. But I didn't. I bit down on my tongue until I felt the metallic taste seep into my mouth, my mind going haywire for a moment, then I looked up at the two. They were now stood side by side, leaning against the counter top. Neither of them were moving, the only sound the mixing of gentle breaths, but both pair of eyes were studying me gently but steadily. Like they could see into my soul.
Probably could.
     I thought bitterly. I considered, probably for longer than I should have, running. But of course that wasn't an option.
     But how could I tell them? I mean they were his freaking parents. They were Marcus's parents.
     If I thought he'd hurt me then what had he done to his parents. What had the whole situation done to them. What had I done to them? I mean, it had all been my fault right. At least at first it had been me he had hurt, not everyone else.
But it wasn't like that now. He was out for.....what was he out for-
vengeance?
     What did he have to be vengeful for? I mean towards us anyway. Maybe towards them-but not towards us.
     I felt like screaming at everything, at nothing but instead I chocked out everything I had been holding inside for what felt like the hundredth time in the last couple of days.
     "He's back! Again he's back and I don't know what to do! I don't know how to stop him. I want to crawl into a ball and cry my heart out. I want it all to just end. It would be so much easier. And I don't want this to happen again! Not to you! You don't deserve this. You are amazing people and amazing parents and I cant believe that he's doing this. This is all my fault and im so sorry that I ever came here. Im sorry that you wasted all that energy and love on someone like me. I don't deserve it! I never did. Why would you look after me? You know that I was worthless and now I feel horrible because I've brought this all upon you and what will we do if he comes here? And what if he succeeds this time? How can I tell everyone that he's back and that its my fault? I feel disgusting because he touched me and he kissed me and some part of me enjoyed it. Im so sick, after everything and I still felt happy in someway, and there was Luc helping and trying his hardest. He was almost killed me and some part of me was enjoying it, some part was overjoyed. Even as he stabbed me and laughed at me as he hurt me. I almost died and he just laughed."
And that's when I broke down.
Again.
     And I was crying and arms were wrapping around me, water was dropping onto my shoulder and I could tell that, even though I had never mentioned his name, that they knew who I meant.