Chapter 51

"I'm sorry." Brayden's voice was soft, almost small. "I didn't know."

Wil... *slipped*.

"Why didn't you know?! You were there, you were Watching, and He just... sleeps, always sleeps, and mumbles things at me I don't understand, tells me She loves me, and then just... just *goes away* when I ask Him for... to make it *stop*. I thought it was...."

Tears were burning Wil's eyes and cheeks, but he didn't care anymore. His throat was rough and sore, but he couldn't stop screaming.

"I thought I was being *punished* and I couldn't... couldn't make the thing I was being punished for *stop* and I hated Him because He made me, and I hated Her because She didn't care, and all the while--" A rough snarl nearly closed Wil's throat. "You say She loves me like it's supposed to make everything all right. I don't *want* to know She loves me. I want to think She's dead, or She hates me and laughs when I scream, and now you're *sorry*!"