Her Side of the Story

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Lizette's POV

I wake up on a cold stone floor. An open window lets the cold air in, and breathing in the air is sharp and feels like knives in my lungs.

Knives.

That's what got me here isn't it?

Murderer.

That's what people called me.

Blood.

That's what covered everyone's clothes.

Parents.

That's what died.

Sister.

That's what betrayed me.

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