Blood On My Hands

Octavia

I wake with a sort of... Ambition. I look at the clock, 7:30. I have to be ready by eight, I have to look my best.

I jump in the shower for a five quick minutes and reluctantly leave the lovely warm haven to get dressed. I force myself to eat breakfast and drink some water, then pack my bag and quickly run out the door.

Yes, today I decided to go back to school.

I get there in record time and run into the hallway. I run down to my locker, where the hell is Octavia?!?! She's always by her locker (which is right not to mine), but then again...I've been gone a while.

It takes me a few minutes to realise how silent it is. I stop fumbling around frantically with my books and look up. Everyone is staring at me. They start whispering to each other, I can pick out a few bits like:

'Why is she back?'

'Why is a murderer allowed back in school?'

'Someone beat that bitch already!'

I stand there frozen with fear and embarrassment, when out of the corner of my eye I see a friendly face heading my way.

She carries on chatting with some girls then sees that everyone in the hall is silent and staring....she turns toward me and looks as though she's seen a ghost. We lock eye contact....I haven't seen her in months...I hadn't realised how much I missed her.

In the midst of my burning embarrassment, sadness and fear.....I crumble into tears.

She runs over to me and I fall into her arms. We slide down the lockers to the floor, she's crying,

'Clara where have you been? I've missed you so much and you haven't called and I heard about your mum, I couldn't stand not being there for you then I heard all these horrible rumours about you and I....'

I look up at her, my eyes sore from salty tears. 'The rumours....'

She looks at me with understanding eyes, 'Clara you wouldn't want to know them so don't ask...I...'

'No, Octavia...the rumours are....they're true..' I say with such a small voice that maybe she didn't hear me, but her eyes tell me she did.

'W...what?' She says, looking at me with such fear and confused eyes.

' Look, can we please talk somewhere private?' I ask shakily.

We get up and slowly walk through the silent corridors, white faced and broken.

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'So....you're telling me....' Octavia starts, ' That you miraculously woke up covered in blood, holding a bloody knife, next to your dead mo..'

'Ok, OK...' I say, not wanting to hear anymore repetition of what I just told her.

'Next to your dead mother,' she continues, ' who was killed by stab wounds. But not to mention...you had no memory of the night before?'

'That's...... right...' I mumble.

'That's... convenient!' She says crossing her arms.

'What do you mean...convenient?' I ask slightly angry, does she think this is a joke?

'Is there an investigation going on?' She asks randomly.

'Uh...no, they know it was...' I begin to say, but her expression changes.

' Clara,' she says in a scarily serious tone, 'that's convenient...' She repeats, looking at me as if waiting for something.

I stare back at her for a few seconds,

'CONVENIENT FOR WH.....' Then I realise. ' Wait...n..no...you don't think that someone....' I say, looking at her in realisation.

'That someone's framing you.'

A/N

Did you enjoy this part? I have noticed that my parts are really short, I'm so sorry!! I'll try work on it!!

Thanks for reading,

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