Framed [s.reid]

𝕯𝖔𝖑𝖑

Clementine

I woke up in what looked to be a cabin. I shiver, I look down at myself. I was only in my light blue mesh bralette with a matching silk pair of underwear. I recall the events that lead up to this moment but there weren't any. Just tiny memories that I couldn't explain.

"How long has it been. About 70 years." It was a woman's voice. My eyes met a girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

She wore one of my silk dress shirts and a black pair of pants. Her shoes were my old pair of low rise Gucci heels. Her hair was worn like mine. It was a low ponytail with a hunter green scrunchie. Her nails were exactly like mine, Burgundy to a point.

"Who are you?" I groan.

"You remember Nicholas Glens?" She grins.

Nicholas Glens. My first love. I stopped aging at 22. Before that, though I went to High school, I fell in love with Nicholas who was the head football captain. I was so in love with him that I changed him. It wasn't until 1947, in which I caught him cheating on me. So I killed him. I do recall he changed the woman who he cheated on me on.

"Yes, I do."

The woman walks over and slaps me hard. I yelp.

"You bitch! So you are the one that killed him! You were the one that took what I loved!" She cried.

"I met Nick in April of 1946. We met at a Bar. We got to talking. He was talking about how much of a bitch you are. Always demanding and wanting. He wanted you to stay home instead of working. He wanted to settle you wanted to go. I was able to give that to him. We fell in love from there. He changed me and we were going to run away and have children. But you killed him." She cleared her tears.

I start to giggle. "First off Nick was a drunk so yeah. Also, Nick toward the end was very manipulative. I was at home all the godamn time not working. Also after you get this virus you can't have a child."

Her face turned red. She grabs my face. Fear builds in my stomach. "I should kill you now but..."

"You're scared of me." I grin at her.

"No. Instead I'm gonna fuck your little fling and then I'm gonna kill him." She picks up my diamond glove that had a switchblade in it.

I feel a tear go down my face. She puts on the glove and puts a gun in my small white channel bag.

"First I have to mark you." She flicks her fingers and the blade comes out.

She starts to cut up my thigh. I hold in my tears and close my eyes. I look down at my thigh. Which was now bloodied with the word whore.

She did the other thigh. Then my arms and my cheek. On my collarbone, she put the words slut. I knew this would heal. It wasn't the pain. It was the scars. I breathe heavily.

"Nick never loved anyone. He only loved himself. Claudia." I look away from her.

She gets closer to me. "You know what I'm just going to kill you now." Claudia brings the blade up.

That's when I kick her causing her to fall forward and my chair moving back and break. The floor was cold and my feet and arms were regaining blood flow. I see Claudias face now cut due to her stupidity.

I scramble to get up. I manage my best to run out of the rooming. I was lead down a hallway with five doors on each side. That's when I hear footsteps behind me. I run down the hallway. I turn left and find a stairway. I walk up the stairway and go into the small kitchen. I grab a knife. I wasn't looking behind me until I felt someone straddle my back. I fell to the ground. Claudia stabbed me in my breast. Bloodstains my blue bra. Claudia's hand tightens on my neck. I look to the right of me and see the knife. I grab it. I stab her leg. She screams.

I see her hand go into her purse and pull out a small gun. She hoists me up and puts the gun to my head. "Hands up!" I heard Mr. Hotchner's voice.

Claudia turns me around and holds me close and puts the gun on my temples. I gulp my dry throat.

I see spencer. He looked distraught. How long was I gone?

"No."

"Claudia. There is no need to do this. Think about what Nick would want." Spencer blurts.

"He would want me to kill her." Claudia clicks the trigger. My eyes got big. I use all my strength and turn the gun on her causing to shoot herself.

I see Claudia dead on the floor. Derek pulls me aside. Spencer and he help me out of the house. As we walked to the exit I see a mirror. I look at myself. The words gone. The place where I was stabbed gone.

We walk outside to see snow falling. I shiver.

"How long was I gone?" I whisper

"Two weeks." Spencer gulps. I nod.

They brought me to the hospital. People asked me questions and I answered honestly.

Spencer stayed when doctors and the team left. "When you born?" He asks.

"I was born on January 21st, 1994." I lied. Spencer looks down.

"Tell me the truth." He was a profiler so of course, he knew I was lying.

"Fine. But you will be the only person to know this story."

"I was born on January 21st, 1926. My dad is James March and My mother is Elizabeth Johnson. My mother had this blood virus and My dad didn't which caused me to have it. I aged normally until I just stopped at 22. Since then I have been traveling and living different lives. I don't know much about my life before I existed. I don't know anything about my parents or this virus. They never told me. All they said was that I can live off of blood and food. Unlike my brother and sister-in-law, they have to live off of blood."

Spencer looks up at me. "So you have been alive since the 20s"

"Yeah." "Did you know that they do tours in one of your father's old houses? They talk about a blood virus and their story in it." A good way to get some answers. I would like them because from my kidnapping and being stabbed and not remembering 13 days would be nice enough to get some answers.

Spencer's hand was on the bar of my hospital bed. I touch his hand. It was warm. He looks at me. I smile. "Want to come with me to meet my father after I get cleared. Timothy and Tessa would come with us."

"Yes."