(Katherine's POV)
My eyelids shoot open and a scream erupts in the silent room.
Hands grap my upper arms, restricting them, and voices are heard.
Only then do I realise it was me that was screaming and I started to splutter words out while thrashing around on the bed.
"No, no! It was all him! He was the one who killed them! He took everything from me! Why?!" I sobbed.
I continued to sob and my body seemed to tire from all the thrashing.
My body began to calm down as I felt my muscles relax and my breathing became calmer, although I was still somewhat panting.
I was soon pulled up and was sitting on the bed and the hands on my fore arms soon disappeared.
Arms wrapped around me and I was pulled into a hard chest.
"Why, why, why..." I continued to sob into the chest, whispering the word repeatedly, all the while clenching the material of the t-shirt the person was wearing in my hands.
The person holding me was saying something to me but I paid no attention as I continued to sob.
My sobs soon quietend down to sniffles, after what felt like hours, and I was left exhausted.
"Shhhh, it's okay. You're alright" Jason whispered into my ear.
I merely nodded, not wanting to say anything as my eye lids began to feel heavy.
"Go to sleep Kath," he says softly as he lies me down on the bed.
However, no matter how tired I was, my brain wouldn't let my eyes close and quite frankly I didn't want to close them. Not when I was scared and beyond upset.
I was scared that he'd return and try and take me again but sorrowful at remembering the death of my parents.
Both pairs of parents.
What made it worse was knowing both my adoptive and biological parents died somewhat because of me.
He killed my biological parents due to the fact that mum ran away, but she wouldn't have been killed in the first place if she didn't return and put me on the doorstep.
If I wasn't born she would still be alive along with dad.
He most definately wouldn't have killed my adoptive parents if it wasn't for me either. After all, they had been murdered because they tried to protect me from them.
I didn't want to close my eyes. I didn't want to have the nightmares that I was sure to have after witnessing everything. I didn't want to feel like I was aimlessly walking in the darkness, lost, unable to find my way towards the light. I didn't want to be alone.
I looked up at Jason as he looked back at me with worry.
I couldn't bring myself to talk to him. Not after finding out I was the one who took his mother away.
Took our mother away.
He gave me a small smile, worry still evident in his eyes, as he slowly took my hand giving it a comforting squeeze.
"Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake up."
My brain seemed to register these words and my eyelids almost immediately closed.
"I won't ever leave you Kath, I promise...."
In that moment, I knew, I would never be alone and I would always be protected.
I'd never be alone or scared when if I have Jason and not to mention my friends with me.
They'd always be there for me no matter what.
With that sleep claimed me as its victim.
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I woke up with a start.
My eyes scanned the room and I was immediately comfused.
I was in a bedroom.
The walls were white as was the carpet. There was a door to the right, one maybe a metre away from it and another the far left.
I immediatly came to the conclusion the doors to the right were the bathroom and, most likely, a walk in closet while the one to the left being an actual door that leads to a hallway.
There was a desk full of paperwork and pens to one side of the wall to the right too.
The bed I was now sitting on instead of lying on was very comfy and the covers were black.
Next to either side of the bed, there were small draws.
Only now did I realise how large and spacious the room was.
Especially since there was a flat screen television hanging off the wall, right in front of the bed.
I was so focused on the room that I didn't see the mop of brown hair on the side of the bed.
I jumped, startled at the sudden movement, only to relax once realising who it was.
Jason.
Almost immediately tears sprung in my eyes but I pushed them away as I stared at his peaceful face.
As if feeling my eyes on him, his snapped open and he was now staring at me.
We stared at each other for what felt like hours until he slowly picked his head up from the bed and sat up on the chair.
We continued to stare at each other, his eyes scanning my face, until a small smile appeared.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" he whispered.
I didn't respond.
I couldn't. Not when everything I saw rushed through my head. Every scene went passed in a blur and it felt like I was watching a movie.
A movie that will leave me in an emotional wreck.
I shut my eyes tightly willing the tears away and then opened them again, only to see Jason looking at me with worry.
I opened my mouth but then closed it again.
I couldn't tell him about everything I saw. I just couldn't.
I felt a warm sensation run over my body and my hand lifted towards Jason.
He sat there, waiting for what I was going to do.
To be honest, I didn't know what I was doing myself.
It felt as if my mind has a mind of its own.
My hand, still lifted in the air, slowly made its way towards Jaon's face.
My hand then slowly placed itself on his cheek and another surge of warmth flooded my body.
Suddenly, my eyes widenened, as well as Jasons, and all the memories I had witnessed flashed before my eyes.
I felt like I was reliving everything again but only this time...Jason was living is with me.
I wached as different emotions flashed through his eyes and I'm pretty sure emotions were flashing in my eyes too.
The feelings of betrayal, sadness and grievance consumed me like I was underwater, with no way of swimming up to the surface, and a heavy rock of piteous memories was tied to my foot to drag me down.
After what felt like hours on end, the last memory jagged through my mind and my hand automatically left Jasons' face.
I wached his face as he sat frozen, completely unmoving and just staring at my face, unblinking.
Betrayal, sadness and grievance was soon replaced with fear.
Fear of what will happen now.
When I touched his face, as the memories flooded my brain, I could almost feel him expieriencing the memories with me.
Something told me that he, in fact, had seen them with me.
The pressure on my chest kept building as I waited for him to do something. Anything!
The silence was deafening.
I feel as if any minute now he'd burst like a balloon and all the anger will come bubbling out, fizzing in the air, because of how it was my fault that his -our- mother was murdered because of me.
However, his reaction surprised me.
He hugged me.
His warmth seeped under my clothes and into my skin and I immediately relaxed into his arms from my stiff posture.
What comfused was that he didn't seem mad.
I mean, was he not mad that I was the reason mum came back to town and was murdered? It was my fault, was it not? If I was in his position, I would despise the person who had killed my mother, intentionally or not. Why does he not despise me?
He pulled away from me and kissed my forehead.
"I'm sorry" I whimper as I stare up at him.
He sighs deeply before speaking.
"I know what you're thinking and it's not your fault. Everything happens for a reason. I don't hold any resentment towards you" he whispers taking another deep breath before nodding his head slowly.
"Sure, this is a lot to take in and I am upset but not angry. At least, not towards you. I'm angry towards the man I called my 'father' " he says in distaste before closing his eyes to take calming breaths.
Once he had calmed down a little he reopened his eyes and continued, stroking my cheek and wiping the tears, that I hadn't noticed, away.
"I'm just glad I finally found everything out and that I found my sister" he says smiling down at me.
One last tear slips from my eye and I quikly wipe it away before engulfing Jason in a hug.
"I'm glad I found my brother" I whisper into his chest, closing my eyes.
I'm never going to be alone ever again now.
"I'll never leave you no matter what."
Only then do I realise I had said those words aloud but it doesn't matter.
I found my brother. I fould my family.
Sure, I had Becky and the others but it didn't feel the same.
This is different.
I found my brother who I had never knew existed.
I found my long lost sibling.
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