The Blood-Witch Princess

Prologue

It's raining so hard. It's so loud. Someone's crying. Everything is fuzzy and blurry. I feel so cold and weary. 

I'm on my knees on the floor, I'm panting so hard. Did I run? I don't remember running. I watch water dripping from my hair, pooling on the floorboards. A big shard of broken mirror on my hand. My hand is bleeding from holding it so tight and I'm still panting hard.

I lift my head a little, peek through my hair, a boy was crying on the floor. So he's the one who's crying. He's bloody all over his shirt and trousers, his face down covered by his bloody hands. A body lays still in front of him. He was crying for that person.

I feel so tired that I want to sleep, that I feel like I'm going to blackout. But I dropped the shard to the floor and started to move toward the boy. I need to help him. I feel so weak that I fall to the floor before I can reach him. 

The boy lifts his head and looked at me. Fury blazing in his eyes, anguish etched on his face. "You killed her! You murderer! You killed her!" he yells. 

That was the last thing I remember before my vision turns dark.