Her Fault?

Talia with her hair in a bun, stood under the showerhead as warm water at a perfect temperature and perfect pressure, sprayed on her. The warm, colourless fluid trickled down her pale skin as pure as snow and got whirled into the drain. Talia saw threads of red getting flushed in the drain.

Stacy's blood!

Talia was not nervous or scared, but felt numb remembering how Stacy got hit. If only Stacy didn't push her, it would be she who got shot. She had unintentionally saved her life.

She was not feeling bad for the death of Stacy, in fact she felt a little relieved knowing she won't have to face her anymore.