Chapter One//The Guilt

Via

Joe stared at the camera in her hand. She wanted to throw it away, far away, but something held her back.

She didn't know what it was. She was angry with the camera, with herself, with her dreams. If it wasn't for them everything would be ok.

Sighing, she put her camera down. She put her head in her hands and wept. She wept for ages, until she had no more tears.

It was all her fault. If only she hadn't asked to go photography challenge. Her father wouldn't have gotten hurt, he would be in hospital.

Joe felt a hand on her arm. She looked up and saw her mother.

"It's all my fault," Joe wailed. She buried her face in her mother's shoulder. Her whole body shook, but she couldn't stop the tears.

"It's ok," her mother soothed. "It's ok. Nothing's your fault. Everything will be fine, I promise!"

Joe looked at her mother. "It is my fault! If I hadn't made you and Dad take me here Dad wouldn't be in hospital."

"It's not your fault. It's no one's fault. How could you have known this would happen?" Joe's mother asked, looking her daughter in the eye.

It didn't make Joe feel any better though. She felt it was all her doing. That everything would be ok if they hadn't come here.

Joe's mother passed her a tissue. "Come on, Uncle Bruce and Aunt May have to come to see how things are."

Joe got to her feet. She sighed and walked back down the cliff to the house where they were staying.

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-Willow