Cecile McMillan died years ago, or at least that's what it feels like sometimes. I don't think I can ever forgive Dorian for what those dreams did to my brother. Making me of all people torture him. My death was bad enough. Why did he have to endure it? Why can't my turning be the worst thing he had to deal with? Joss can't stand mom and dad anymore. I can't either, to tell the truth. That's why I went away with Patty, because she's like how mom used to be. But, what Joss doesn't realize is that he is just as broken.
When he was being trained as a Slayer, they broke his spirit. But those dreams using my image broke him mind and soul. I can see it in his eyes. I counted the days I was away from him and I did the math in my head. He would have been starting tenth grade the year he saw the new me. I don't even hate that he tried to kill me at first. I wasn't upset that he was too scared to save me. I hate that he looked at me like I was a ghost. I hate that I was wearing the same kind of