Echoes of the Past

People say we don't move on from the past. We just move forward from it. It becomes our part. What we are now is because of our past. But that's not the case for me. I tried to run from it. To stay away from it. The past I had is now haunting me like a ghost. It didn't leave me alone. Like a dark shadow latched on my back, giving me the hardest time. Like I carry the world on my back. Seven years ago, I was 16 years old. Naive and easy to manipulate. A weak version of me. I woke up with bloodied hands. Beside me is Jeremy, a suitor of mine. Not breathing. Bloodied abdomen. And a knife was buried in his abdomen. That night was the starting point of torment. That night was my night of terror. My throat went dry, and my hands trembled at the sight. It's not me. It's not me! But I realized, there's no way to prove my innocence. I was basically on my cross, crucified. This is not my doing. I won't kill, even though Jeremy is a creep. A stalker who follows me everywhere! Tears formed in my eyes. How can I get out of this trap?