Emily turned her head slowly. Her hollow eyes locked on his face. They were empty, drained of light, as though she had given up on the idea that warmth even existed.
"I need to die," she whispered. The words weren't shouted or forced. They were spoken as though they were simply a fact, as if she had already accepted it long ago.
Isaac frowned, his grip still unrelenting. "No. That's not happening."
"Isaac…." Her lips trembled, but her eyes didn't soften. "You don't understand. You have no idea what I've done. You don't know what's inside me. I'm dangerous. I should have never woken up."
"Is this about your parents?"
A flicker of emotion broke through her hollow stare. Her eyes widened just slightly, surprise breaking the mask.
"The vice principal told me," Isaac added softly.
Emily looked down, her shoulders tightening.
