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It's not like it seems. It was an accident.

She stood there, still holding the knife. The flashing lights were getting brighter, coming closer.

Like they'd really believe that. Like anyone could believe that.

She threw the knife off into the dark and ran toward the lights, leaving the lifeless body slumped across the front steps.

Harder and harder she ran. Her legs pumped up and down until they felt like they would fall off. She stumbled, sprawling forward onto the ground.

They've got me.

Lights were on her, flashing brightly in the night sky. She shielded her eyes from the searing spotlight blinding her. Loud voices barked, their words spilling together into one uncomprehensible garble.

Caught. There was no denying the fact, but the reality had not yet hit.

Hands roughly grabbed her, then dragged her huddled form and shoved her into a car.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Someone must have seen.

She wished she still had the knife. I'd kill myself too.

The numbing ride to the police station was full of memories--too many memories. And David was in every one of them--laughing, teasing her, toying with her hair.

Mia wiped away at a tear slipping down her face. She'd never see David again. Never.

She looked out the window into the blur of buildings racing by.

Stupid. Why did I do that? I didn't mean to let things get that far. Street light after street light flashed by the window as the car sped with deliberation toward her final destiny.

Everyone's just an impulse away from being a murderer. Some just stop before it's too late.
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