Astraea's chest heaved as she stared down at her shaky, blood-covered hands. A choked sob escaped past her lips. Her eyes darted to the limp body of a young boy on the floor, blood pooling underneath him and staining the wood floors.

He had jumped out of the mirror. Astraea thought she was going insane before, but this time her best friend saw, he had to of with all the commotion of her and the boy wrestling around.

She quickly rushed to the kitchen sink and forced the water on, letting it run over her hands and watching the warm blood flow with the water. Astraea started rubbing frantically; she killed someone, how is she going to explain? Will anyone believe her?

"Ray," Owen murmured, stepping up behind her. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Astraea snapped, her insides churning with fear.

"Astraea, stop." He grabbed his best friend's wrists and held onto her tightly.

"No! I killed him!" She screamed, struggling against Owen.

Owen took her wet hands and held them to for her to look at them.

Astraea paused. She shifted her head to look to the side where the body lay, but there, in fact, was no body or blood. Heavy breaths echoed from her mouth as a tear slid down her cheek. She looked back to her hands, and just as the body wasn't there, the blood on her hands was nonexistent as well.

Her best friend pulled her into a hug, and she didn't refuse it as she sobbed. "It's okay, Ray; we'll get through this together."