Distorted

I stopped for a moment to catch my breath.

How long do I have to continue with this?

It felt like everything was distorted.

Why was I even doing this?

Why were we building a base and a throne for Liam?

He doesn't own us.

He doesn't deserve this at all.

I was getting angrier by the second as these dark thoughts wandered in my head.

I gritted my teeth.

We had to do something about this.

"Hey, get moving, Amelia." Liam said, annoyed.

I rolled my eyes.

Like it's that easy huh.

Tch.

I continued to carry heavy wood to the top.

The ghosts or the zombies didn't bother us.

Instead, they were watching over us like they were Liam's guards.

"I hate him!" Emily said next to me.

"I know, but... let's just stick to our plan." I said.

Emily nodded in agreement.

"Hey, let me help you." Someone said behind me.

I turned around to see Noah.

He already had a piece of wood placed on one side of his shoulder.

"I... got it." I said.

"No, you already hurt your shoulder. I know you can't carry that all the way up there " Noah said, stubbornly.

Tch.

"So... You think I'm weak? Just because I hurt my shoulder, doesn't mean I can-"

"Enough, Amelia." Emily said.

I shut up.

I let Noah hold the other side of the flat wood.

I avoided eye contact and minded my own business as we continued up.

I felt guilty.

Again.

I couldn't bring myself to apologize.

Noah noticed this because he said, "It's okay. I just wanted to help. I knew you needed it, and I don't think your weak."

I just nodded.

"Everything will be fine." He reassured me.

And I believed him...

Again.