by Daffodil987 3/21/2015, 9:08 pm
Kristen watched the other people around her talk, feeling a bit awkward and scared. The Roman girl's eyes swooped around, a bit suspicious of the other people. Kristen began to do the same, picking up people's conversations, trying to determine if anyone had decent idea of who could be the murder.
"We need to get out of here! we need to get back to camp, We need take Tiberia back for a burial too" The Roman boy ordered the crowd of terrified teenagers.
"Were we not trying to get back to Camp before? Or has this attack just made you realize how dangerous our forest is?" Kristen cocked her eyebrows, crossed her arms against her chest, and scoffed.
"You have a point I guess, I certainly do want to get to camp a bit faster now that I know a murder is within only a couple of feet of me now, don't I?" She shrugged nonchalantly, she was use to keeping her cool. Murders, theirs, and criminals didn't scare Kristen as easily as the others it seemed, but perhaps that was only because she had grown up practically with them after her year on the streets.
When the Greek crouched next to Tibera however, Kristen's heart began to melt. She had clearly meant something to him, and there had definitely been something between them other than their playful banter. Kristen wondered if there was anyone out there saying the same thing about her; Kristen had been missing from her hometown for almost two years now, had anyone ever noticed? Sorrow rotted in Kristen stomach, this felt so wrong. Her death, the fact that a young group of teenagers had found her, the fact that anyone of them could be killed at any second.
No, I can't think like that! Anyone of these people could be next....
"This Graeca was closest to...her." The Roman girl softly spoke, turning her eyes briefly towards Kristen's face. She wasn't outright accusing Kristen but it was enough to bring some emotion to Kristen.
Anger out of the fact they could think she was the murder. Her?! The new girl at Camp, the one who didn't know any of them or have anything against them! The Camp had been Kristen's safest place to stay after so many months of sleeping in rundown buildings, or when worse came to worse, the streets. What would she have against such a safe place and why so soon? What indeed!
Fear bounced in her stomach, bringing back memories. After a year on the streets the police had finally tracked her down, and when doing so they questioned her. Why, you asked, Why would the question her?
Kristen's father had been killed during the months she had been missing and she had been #1 suspect. How could she been the murder if she was practically four states away in New York?! Dang police men. Needless to say, Kristen had spent no time in jail, but that wasn't to say she didn't look back fondly on the memories.
"You know what? I'm sorry! I'm sorry this poor girl got murder but I barely knew her! How am I suppose to show grief over someone I've never met! If you would like me pretend to be sorry, I'll--" Kristen's voice trailed off a bit, and she forced herself to take a deep breath. Gods, I've lost it.
In a softer voice she continued, "I really am sorry, but I trying to stay calm. If we keep accusing people, we'll be dead before the night ends. Let's stop talking, and get moving. I think the murder will find it easier to kill us if we're just here chatting with each other instead of constantly moving. I'm really sorry about your friend too, I know she must of meant something to all of you but I didn't know her, and at this point in my life I'm just use to dead people."