Ember's POV
I kept having flashes of Brandon's dad, dead beside me and my hands filled with his blood.
"Murderer!" I could hear them yelling in my head, their fingers pointed at me and I shook my head, aggressively, tears streaming down my eyes.
"No, no, no, I didn't kill him, I didn't kill him!" My voice was inaudible and no one seemed to hear me.
I crouched in a corner, my hair disheveled, my hands filled with blood and accusative glares being thrown my way. No one believed me, they wanted me dead. I could hear their incessant cries for my blood overshadowing my plea for innocence.
"I didn't do it!" I muttered under my breath, trying to convince myself since no one else seemed to believe me.
"Ember!" Someone whispered, calling out to me and I looked up, my face stricken with tears, trying to pinpoint where the voice came from.
"Ember, I believe you," the voice said again calmly and tears filled my eyes.
"You do?" I asked, every other person disappearing and I was left alone in an em
