I do not own Arrow or any of the characters in any way just the storyline. Everything else but that is owned strictly by DC comics, and the CW. Please enjoy, and please leave postive commets only thank you! This will also be my take on season 4. This is also my first story ever on Thea, and I've been thinking of doing this for a while now, and putting my own spin on her feelings after her revival. Hope you enjoy and as always please leave positve reviews only!

Bold - Hallucinations/Visions/Memories

Italics - Thinking

"My name is Thea Queen, a girl who went from being a spoiled little rich kid who got everything she wanted, to a girl who now had to fight for survival after everything and everyone in her life was taken from her. Now I fight beside my brother and his team in order to help keep our city safe from Damien Dhark, but in order to do so, just like with Ollie I had to become someone else...I had to become something else...

Previously on Driven To Murder - "Laurel had a plan to take Sara's body to Nanda Parbat to use the Lazarus pit to ressurect her, and Laurel wanted me to help her, but just as we were about to go through with it, I began to have flashes of Sara dying."

"Flashes? You mean like memories?" Lyla asked as she took a seat on the couch next to me and began rubbing my shoulder as I nodded. "I think so." I replied. "Then the next thing I rembered was an overwhelming feeling of guilt that was consuming me, and I guess I had attacked Laurel because the next thing I remembered was someone calling my name and pulling me off of her. When I looked at her she was coughing and gasping for breath."

I thought I could still be Thea Queen

but Thea Queen was trusting, and I don't trust anyone.

Not anymore.

Thea Queen was also weak, and no matter what it takes I will be strong.

"Please, Thea, calm down." Lyla's voice was sincere and genuine but as the images of seeing her, and baby Sara hurt among the dead of those I cared about that were circling around inside my wery brain, a burst of anger now began to fill up inside me as visions of Malcolm flashed through my mind causing me to growl in anger like an animal, and the next thing I heard was a scream of pain and the squeal and a cry of an infant.

NOW...

Chapter 4 - Lost Souls

By the time I realised what was happening it was already too late, and I know found myself staring down at Lyla's corpse beneath me. Feeling my breath catch in my throat as a wave of panic began to engulf me, I then reached down to see if I could feel for a pulse, but when I didn't find anything I now began to panic even further. I had killed someone. I had actually spilled the blood of someone innocent just like my father. I then looked over and prayed that I didn't lose control against baby Sara, but at that moment, all my hopes were dashed the minute I saw the one year old's body in her crib and my heart sank with guilt and misery. What the hell have I done? The thought that I had just murdered Diggle's family in cold blood began to sink in, and I could feel everything in my body starting to go numb. This wasn't a dream or a nightmare that I could just somehow wake myself up from by pinching myself. This was reality.

The sounds of a nearby cellphone vibrating, and the sounds of tires squealing on the road caused me to jump in fright as I rose shakily to my feet and walked over toward the cofee table by the couch where I noticed Lyla's cellphone and picked it up. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked at the caller ID and saw Oliver's name at the top of it and my heart sank low in my chest. I have to get out of here! I thought nearly droppping the cell in my hands out of sheer panic. The sound of the car doors closing and the sound of the key in the doorknob made me flinch in fear as I dropped the phone I had been holding in my hands, and without even thinking, made a grab for baby Sara's body. I don't know what I was thinking at that point, but all I knew was that if I was going to die by anyone's hands for harming his family it was going to be by Diggle's, and that was something I couldn't let Ollie see. I couldn't let him watch me die for a second time.

With everything inside me telling me to run, I did. With baby Sara's limp body cleanched in my arms I took off running through the house just as I heard the sound of the door opening followed by the sounds of grief as I knew Lyla's body had been discovered. With nowhere to go, and with my final moments of death playing over and over in my mind, I ran to the only room in the house I knew I could get to. I ran into baby Sara's room and quietly closed and locked the door, then walked over toward the closet and hid myself inside as much as I could while cradling the infant's body in my arms as I started to cry. "Speedy?" I heard Ollie's voice through my tears but I didn't cry out for help. I didn't want him to see what I had done, and yet, I knew. Somehow deep down, I knew he had already figured it out. The sound of the door knob twisting and turning made me jump in fright as I chocked back a sob.

"Speedy? If your in there, I need you to come out please." Cradling baby Sara's body in my arms tighter, I began to sob even harder now just as the sound of the door being kicked open made me start shaking in absolute terror. "Speedy..." I looked up through the tears that pooled in my eyes as I looked to see Oliver looking at me with a mixture of pain and sympathy as he walked over toward me. "We'll find a way to get through this Thea," He said calmly as I felt him start to wrap his arms around me as I tried to move away from him. "I'm a monster Ollie." I sobbed. "I'm just like Malcolm."

I felt Oliver sit down on the floor of the room next to me and grab ahold of my hand comfortingly. "Thea, you're not like Malcolm okay? He's a manipulater who likes to use people. He manipulated Tommy and now he's done the same to you." I pulled my hand away from Oliver and carefully laid baby Sara's body on the floor next to him as I rose shakily to my feet again. "At least he didn't turn Tommy into a psycopathic murderer!" I cried out as my body started to shake out of guilt and fear. "Ollie, I killed someone. I killed Diggle's family! How can you say that in any way shape or form Malcolm manipulated me to do that?!" I cried out in mass hysteria. "That wasn't because of him," I sobbed as I suddenly began to feel the room starting to spin around me. "That was all me! I did it Ollie, not Malcolm! It was all me!"

"Thea..." The next sound I heard was the sound of a gun clicking as I turned my head to see Diggle standing behind me with a gun aimed at the back of my head. "Don't move." He growled angrily as I could sense the hurt in his eyes. "John, listen to me. You don't want to do this." Now I heard Oliver's voice as I watched him rise to his feet now holding his hands up to show he wasn't a threat. "My family's dead Oliver." Diggle groweld angrily. "I know, I understand that," Oliver's voice continued. "But it's not Thea's fault." "The hell it isn't!" Diggle yelled out in frustration. "My wife and daughter are dead because of her actions!" "Using violence against her isn't going to solve anything. Please John, let me handle this alright? She's my sister. She's all I have left of my own family. Please, let me take care of this."

There was a few moments of dead silence as I could hear the sounds of the gun rattling and shaking in Diggle's hand, as though he was trying to distingush his thoughts and emotions about wanting to kill me for what I had done, and at that point I didn't care about it anymore. I didn't care whether I lived or died at that point, because I was a lost soul. Finally I slowly turned around as time seemed to move in slow motion, and with tears running down my cheeks I said, "Forget about what Ollie said John I don't care what happens to me anymore. I killed Lyla and Sara. I deserve to die."

Just then the sound of footsteps alerted us as we all turned our heads now to see Dectective Quinten Lance standing there with two other officers all with their guns raised and pointed toward me. "Guess we'll take that as a confession." I heard him mumble as he directed the two officers to arresst me. "Thea Queen, your under arrest for the murders of Lyla and Sara Diggle. You have the right to remain silence, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attortney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand your rights?" I nodded in agreement as the handcuffs were placed on me, I looked over toward Oliver's shocked expression and managed a shaky reply as they began to lead me out of the room, "I'm sorry Ollie. I'm sorry I wasn't the good little perfect sister like how you wanted me to be."

TOO BE CONTINUED...Poor Thea! Will this be the end for her? Will Oliver find a way to rescue his little sister from a lifetime of guilt? Will Thea be able to overcome her bloodlust before someone else she cares about dies? Stay tuned to find out more as Chapter 5 will be up as soon as I can get it. Hope you enjoyed and as always please review!