Mia’s pov
I got to my room and slammed the door, the lock clicked shut and I staggered to the mirror. Slowly, I gathered my thoughts and then it hit me…
I actually murdered someone.. someone had actually died by my own hands today. The blood on my face and my hands belonged to someone else! I’m a murderer!
My reflection stared right back at me as I looked at the blood stains on my shirt. My chest tightened as I grabbed the edge of the table and let out a gut wrenching scream.
I ran my hands across the table, sending everything to the floor with a crashing sound. My mind spiraled as the thought of being a killer haunted me.
I heard heavy footsteps approaching but I only looked at the door to make sure it was locked before I ripped my shirt off of my body as quickly as I could. I toss
