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...