Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jesse
When the Director told me that Taylor was training to control her abilities, I was relieved. If she could manage them, she wouldn't be a prisoner anymore. But that was before I saw the extent of her injuries. She returns to the vault, unable to even walk, but she doesn't so much as let out a sigh of complaint.
Aside from the ointment, there's nothing else I can do.
I can't help the guilt, either, from that night when she broke down in front of me for the very first time.
Seeing Taylor sob was the most terrifying thing for me. I've never seen her break like this. She's always been strong, together. It was the sickening realization that we pushed her to this point. She's alone, suffering every day, just so she doesn't have to be imprisoned, because we all thought that she was a monster. She's begun to look at herself in that manner as well.
I don't know how to erase the flashes of despair from her eyes, the hopelessness as she stares at the walls.