The girl sitting in front fo Keziah was shaking. Her face was tear stained and red, her eyes swollen. Her hands were yanking at a piece of red and white spotted cloth wrapped tightly around her hand, the fingers almost purple.
"Perhaps you should give me the cloth," Keziah said quietly, worried the girl might cut of all circulation.
She shook her head slowly, more tears spilling out. It was boiling hot but Keziah noticed the girl still had a coat on, and the sleeves rolled down.
"Do you want to take your jacket off?"
She shook her head again, eyes widening. Keziah sighed slightly. The girl had walked in to the station crying and asking to talk to someone about something 'bad' she'd done. Keziah had walked past at that moment. The girl was in a right state. Much longer and it looked like she'd have a panic attack. But now she'd reached the station she seemed too scared to talk.
"Whats your name sweet heart?" Keziah asked
"Ca...Carriane," she whispered
"Do you want a drink?"
Again her head shook.
"Please, give me the cloth," Keziah was worried she'd have to physically remove it. The hand was purple and slightly swollen, it loooked painful. Carrianne winced with every pull but still kept pulling harder.
"Do you want to lose your hand?"
Dropping it like it was on fire, Carrianne stared first at the cloth then at her hand.
"Oww," She whispered inhaling deeply.
"Do you want first aid attention?" Keziah picked up the cloth quickly. It had some dried blood on.
"I did something bad," she murmered, "I'm going to...Your going to lock me up, and i'm going to go to hell,"
she broke down into uncontrollable sobs.
"What Carrianne? What did you do?"
"I killed her,"