Placing Blame
TITLE: Placing Blame
AUTHOR: happywriter06
FANDOM: Prison Break
RATING: G
WARNINGS: None
CHARACTERS: Sara Tancredi
SUMMARY: Post-escape. Sara is alone with her thoughts looking at the cranes Michael has given her.
NOTES: I wish I did but I don't own PB.
As much as I want to I can’t blame Michael for the overdose. That was me, all me. I didn’t have to turn to the one thing I knew never solved my problems. I didn’t have to turn to the one thing I swore I’d never touch again because I wasn’t an addict. Addicts got weak. Addicts fell off the wagon.
I wanted to die rather than face the consequences of my actions, the truth about Michael, and the truth about my father. That’s what weak people do. That’s what addicts do. That’s what I did.
I can’t blame myself for being a coward. My father disappoints me again. You don’t help people escape from prison. Especially if one of them is actually guilty of the crime he committed no matter his intentions. And the other was there, at the scene of the crime, ready to shoot.
I did it anyway. I did it for Lincoln. And I did it for Michael. It’s hard to admit that I did it for Michael, too. I didn’t want him to lose his brother. He would’ve been in so much pain.
I hate the fact that I cared so much. Caring means I’m partly responsible for letting the others out of jail.
I hate the fact that sometimes I don’t know that I wouldn’t have done the same thing even if I’d known about the others.
No, I can’t blame Michael for the overdose. I don’t have to. There are plenty of other things to blame him for.
I blame him for not knowing that flirting isn’t always harmless. Maybe he did and did it anyway. I blame him either way.
I blame him for not coming up with another way to get inside. The plan comes down to “human error” when surely one of them knows how to pick a lock.
I blame him for not telling me the whole truth about the others. This burden I carry should have come with a warning. How dare he not trust me with the whole truth when he trusted me to do the “right” thing?
I blame him for reaching out to me with the phone call and cranes purely to absolve himself of his guilt. No, that’s not true. That’s the anger talking. I know the phone call and the cranes are about me, us. And I don’t want to know that. Just like I don’t want to know that I can’t blame him for all of the choices I’ve made.
AUTHOR: happywriter06
FANDOM: Prison Break
RATING: G
WARNINGS: None
CHARACTERS: Sara Tancredi
SUMMARY: Post-escape. Sara is alone with her thoughts looking at the cranes Michael has given her.
NOTES: I wish I did but I don't own PB.
As much as I want to I can’t blame Michael for the overdose. That was me, all me. I didn’t have to turn to the one thing I knew never solved my problems. I didn’t have to turn to the one thing I swore I’d never touch again because I wasn’t an addict. Addicts got weak. Addicts fell off the wagon.
I wanted to die rather than face the consequences of my actions, the truth about Michael, and the truth about my father. That’s what weak people do. That’s what addicts do. That’s what I did.
I can’t blame myself for being a coward. My father disappoints me again. You don’t help people escape from prison. Especially if one of them is actually guilty of the crime he committed no matter his intentions. And the other was there, at the scene of the crime, ready to shoot.
I did it anyway. I did it for Lincoln. And I did it for Michael. It’s hard to admit that I did it for Michael, too. I didn’t want him to lose his brother. He would’ve been in so much pain.
I hate the fact that I cared so much. Caring means I’m partly responsible for letting the others out of jail.
I hate the fact that sometimes I don’t know that I wouldn’t have done the same thing even if I’d known about the others.
No, I can’t blame Michael for the overdose. I don’t have to. There are plenty of other things to blame him for.
I blame him for not knowing that flirting isn’t always harmless. Maybe he did and did it anyway. I blame him either way.
I blame him for not coming up with another way to get inside. The plan comes down to “human error” when surely one of them knows how to pick a lock.
I blame him for not telling me the whole truth about the others. This burden I carry should have come with a warning. How dare he not trust me with the whole truth when he trusted me to do the “right” thing?
I blame him for reaching out to me with the phone call and cranes purely to absolve himself of his guilt. No, that’s not true. That’s the anger talking. I know the phone call and the cranes are about me, us. And I don’t want to know that. Just like I don’t want to know that I can’t blame him for all of the choices I’ve made.