Kiara's POV The cheering was gone, no more bloodthirsty chants, no crowd hailing what they thought was my name, none of that, and I had no idea how I felt about that. Silence settled around me, it was eerie and suffocating, and every minute I spent in here felt like the last. A million and one emotions lodged at the base of my throat, but I couldn't get them out. No matter how hard I tried. I sat on the cold concrete floor, my back pressed to the wall. Waves of cold seeped into my skin, but I didn't care, I couldn't bring myself to do so. My knees were drawn to my chest, but I didn't miss the red stain lingering on my hands. Blood. Not all of it were mine. In fact, most of it belonged to someone else , but it didn't change or alter what I'd just done. The metallic smell lingered in the air, it seeped into my nose and into my mouth, and when I'd tried to get rid of the blood, it only smeared. I pressed my eyes shut, and memories from the last hour, or more rushed at me. I did
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