Chapter 43

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared and fearful of what the future held. I was getting weaker by the day and it started to feel like death was inevitable and there was no way I could escape or fight it.

At first, I got angry because I blamed Quentin. How selfish could he be? Then I realized he was doing what he thought would make me happy, but that only led us to our deaths and now we're here. Every time I close my eyes and slip into that deep sleep, a piece of me is left behind when I open my eyes.

"Thank you, Elisabeth," I said softly as Elisabeth helped me up, using her powers and floated the pen and paper towards me and I held it in my hands.

I'd asked Elisabeth to bring me a pen and paper because I wanted to write a letter to my mother. I wanted to apol