Stabbed

*As Misty stands there blood forming in a puddle around her foo her mind still goes here and there, images of Carson, of Ashlyn. Misty was mad at them and mad at herself that she dident see the signs. A sharp pain courses through Misty hand bringing her out of her fog and causing her to drop the knife. Misty looks down at her hand and see all the blood bring her to relization what she was doing, and contine plating. She remembers the time she was in the gang, memories come back to her of lifes runed. No Misty new if she kill Ashlynn no matter how she deserved it Misty would fall back into the darkness. Misty press her hand aganst her white shit to try and stop the bleeding as the blood still poured through her fingers causing the illustion that she had been stabed in the stomach. Misty turns and heads for the stebs a tinny stagger in her walk as she trys to hold the tears from coming again only adding to the illustion to anyone who might see her. Making it down the steps Misty makes her way down the hall to the door keeping her head down Misty bumps into someone throwing a quick sorry in a weak voice she continues to make her way out the door and across the lot to her car.*

*As Jamie watches Con's eyes drift shut again a smile cross her face. Sliping her arms around Con she stratens as much as she can leaing his head on her shoulder and running her hands though his hair as she hum soflty. For now Jamie would like Con sleep till the food came. He needed all the rest he could get.*