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"So, er, I'm just gonna go..." I begin to sidestep away from the clinging siblings. Rose peels herself away from her brother and wipes her teary face.

"NO- um, please stay. You can't go back to Jordan so why don't you come with us?"

James frowns at me. He pulls his sister into a huddle and his hushed whispers travel through the wind to my ears. "Are you sure? You don't know who she is Rose- she could be a criminal or something! Did you notice her trainers?"

I blush and look down at my worn sneakers. Blood is splattered across them, my left toe dipped in crimson red. Jordan's blood. No wonder they think I'm a murderer- they aren't far off the mark. He is close to death because of me.

"James, it's fine. I trust her, even if you don't." He sighs and admits defeat. Pulling Rose by the link of her arm, he strides towards the hospital. I timidly scuttle after them with my head hung low.

"So, big bro, what brings you to the hospital in the first place? You didn't know about Ciara until you got here..." When I finally catch up to the two of them, Rose is already interrogating James. And he doesn't look best pleased about it as he shakes his head and scoffs.

"You are so nosy, you know that?"

"Deal with it. Just tell me already." Sassy much?

"Fine, for your information, I am here because I was kicked out of the cab." I crinkle my forehead in confusion. Why would he be chucked out of a taxi?

Apparently his sister is on my wavelength. "What happened, James?" She rests a hand on his shoulder that he quickly shoves off.

"I don't want to tell you in her presence." He nods his head my way, blatantly obvious that he doesn't trust me. And I don't blame him. Why should he believe anything I say- I am a complete stranger. A stranger with someone else's blood on her shoes.

"I'll catch up with you. I just need to quickly grab something from my car..."

"But your van is in the middle of no-"

"See you later!"

I sprint through the corridors, back outside to my cold 'bed' as it is. I'm in tatters- my clothes are stained with blood, my makeup is running down my face and I don't even want to imagine the state of my hair. I need to clean myself up. Pronto.

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That'll be $29.98." Reaching into my back pocket, I hand three 10 dollar bills to the cashier. She sighs wearily and passes me my bag along with the change. "Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart." I nod my head as I leave the check-out.

I had to walk a mile before I came across any store that sold clothes I could afford. A mile. The looks I earnt from passer-bys was mortifying, let alone the fear that someone would call the cops on me. I mean, I'd be nervous too if I saw someone wandering the sidewalks whilst soaked in blood. At least I have new clothes now...

It takes me a few minutes to stumble across a restroom. I quickly lock myself in a cubicle and change into my new outfit. Stuffing my sodden clothes into the Wal-Mart bag, I attempt to run my fingers through my knotted hair. No luck- that nest will need a good brush to be untangled. I rush to the mirror and make it presentable enough to tide myself over. With a quick splash of water from the sink, I clean away my smeared makeup. Done.

Now what. I glance down at the bag in my fist, debating where I could possibly throw it away. Maybe I could flush it down the toilet? No, that wouldn't work. How about chucking it in a dumpster? Yeah- I'll go out onto the high street and dump it in the first one I see. After all, it is a dumpster.

With one final check over in the cracked mirror, I set off. I liked this shirt- oh well. Not like I'd be able to get the blood stains out anyway...