You know, that feeling you get when you know that something was your fault, but no one believes you? I do. I know it as well as I know what goes on in my own head.
I'll never forget that day, and I don't care what anyone says. It's my fault he's dead. I shot him. It's my fault that his mother called in a murder trial. I killed her son. It's my fault he pulled a gun on me. I loved him, but he hated me.
I won't answer these questions to just anyone. Not a single therapist has gotten a word out of me. I'm only like this because of him.
That rain; oh, I hate the rain, now. I see him in it, every time.
I'm Ravyn Cross, and I killed Blade Kensington.
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I always had bad days at school when I had to be near Blade. He made my life awful.
The rain pounded on the sidewalk, each drop an arrow of ice piercing through me. I pulled my hood up over my head, my long black hair falling over my eyes. I looked down at my feet. Water splashed around my battered shoes with every step.
Beside me, walked