There was blood everywhere. Not only was the pavement covered in it, but Ophelia's hands, clothes, and car were painted red. The panic took over her every emotion as the sirens came into earshot, the blue and red flashing lights illuminating her car in the dark of the night. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't breathe. The line between life and death seemed to be more blurred to Ophelia than it ever had before. Her entire body ached with a dull pain, unable to move as she kept her eyes locked on the lake in front of her. A weak sob escaped her lips as the paramedics pulled up beside her, rushing out of their vehicles to aid the near lifeless body.
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ophelia's point of view
Ophelia found herself sitting in Sam's dorm room, but for the first time, she wasn't there for him. Joanna had requested she come down and speak to her, which made the girl incredibly nervous. The blonde decided it was probably best to try and push her anxiety down and get the conversation over with. She had known it was coming for a while; Joanna telling her she has feelings for Sam, and wanted Ophelia's permission to make a move. She waited in an awkward silence for Joanna to say a word, but she remained quiet. "Do you want to talk to me, or not?" Ophelia said, her voice coming out just as harsh as she meant for it to. Joanna nods quickly, "Yes. I'm sorry, I'm just... trying to find the right words." She runs her fingers through her dark brown hair, her eyes set on the carpet by the door. "Just say it." Ophelia frustratedly sighs, awaiting the confession. Joanna finally shifts her gaze from the carpet to where she was locking eyes with Ophelia. She seemed incredibly nervous about whatever she was preparing to say, which made Ophelia wonder.
"I don't think you should get back together with Sam." Joanna says abruptly, and Ophelia nods. There it is, she thought. "Before you say anything,"Joanna lets out, cutting her off before she could begin the argument, "I don't want him. I never have, and I never will. He's self-centered, and unreliable. Everything he says about you just makes me realize more how much better you deserve." She explains, and Ophelia furrows her eyebrows at the remark. "He says bad things about me?" She asks sadly, feeling her heart begin to throb in her chest. She knew she deserved it, but the fact he was complaining to Joanna about her? "No!" Joanna exclaims, shaking her head quickly like she'd just made a grave mistake. "He only ever talks about how amazing you are. Honestly, it gets fucking annoying. What I mean is that... I don't know. You're amazing, whether you think it or not. You deserve someone you can trust. Someone who's gonna love you unconditionally and not pick fights with you every other day." Her voice was quiet now, and Ophelia wondered what the catch to all of this was. She barely knew Joanna, so she must have had a good reason to say all of this if she really wasn't trying to take Sam.
"Someone like...?" Ophelia squints, studying the girls features like a book as she waited for her response. Joanna closed her eyes momentarily, shrugging her shoulders and avoiding Ophelia's eyes again. "Me." She whispers, her voice low as she speaks, as if the single word was the hardest thing she'd ever said. "Wait, what?" Ophelia asks, her mind running at a hundred miles per minute. Was she confessing to what she thought she was? "I like you, Ophelia. A lot. I - I only slept with Sam because I hoped you would leave him for good. It was single-handedly the stupidest thing I've ever done, and I am so sorry. But I hate seeing you guys together. The one time in a blue moon when you're happy with each other, I mean. Ever since I talked to you the first time, I've had the biggest crush on you." Joanna admits, taking a breath before scrunching her nose. "I hate saying 'crush'. It makes it sound like I'm in middle school, or something. Anyways, I know I shouldn't even be telling you this because I don't know if you even like girls, but I had to get it off my chest."
