I stood there watching as the ambulance drove away with Melissa.
"Octavia," said Jared, walking up to me. "You need to give a statement about what happened here, but you may need to change your story about the handprint," he whispered while looking around.
"What am I suppose to say?" I asked confused.
"Say she had the handprint when she arrived or you will end up a suspect in Melissa's ordeal. If she doesn't make it, you could be prosecuted for murder," he whispered.
"Really? Melissa is my friend and all I did was try to save her," I said annoyed.
"Calm down, I am not accusing you; I am just asking you to be realistic," he said softly.
"Do you think anyone will believe that a handprint magically appeared on her neck while she was asleep?" he asked, rendering me speechless.
'He is right,' I said to myself, and then it occurred to me; the person who is talking about being realistic believes that I am being truthful...or is he?
"Jared, what about you; do you believe that I am being truthful?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.
"Of course; I know you and what you are capable of, and hurting your friends is not it," he said earnestly.
"Thank you for believing me. I will give a statement now," I said with gratitude.
After my statement, Jared drove me to the hospital. My heart sank as I saw Melissa lying motionless. When I arrived back home, I went straight to the safe and, as I reached to open it, I felt a cold breeze. I turned and there it was, just as Melissa described.
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The Darkside
УжасыOctavia is a young witch whose powers were bound by her mother at birth to stop a prophecy from coming true. However, with her mother's death, the binding on her powers comes undone. She keeps her powers a secret from everyone, until her best friend...
