Covered in blood, I stand in front of the operating room door, attracting many curious stares.
The hand that stabbed Evan continues to tremble. My body, tainted with his blood, feels icy cold. I hug myself tightly, filled with an unusual fear. I'm not sure what I'm afraid of, but fear consumes me.
Footsteps approach, and trembling hands are enveloped by warm palms. A reassuring voice speaks, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Everything will be okay."
I slowly lift my head to look at Holly, stuttering, "I... I killed someone. What should I do? I killed someone, but I didn't mean to."
Holly gently embraces me, soothingly saying, "You didn't kill anyone. He'll be fine. I'll stay with you."
I lean against Holly, and my terrified heart gradually calms down. But in that moment, two uniformed police officers walk up to me.
Seeing the police, I shrink in fear, clinging tightly to Holly. Ever since Evan's hospitality three years ago, I've had an inexplicable fear of the police and prison.
"It's her, she's the one who injured Mr. Foster," the woman who looks exactly like me from three years ago points at me with resentment, her eyes glaring fiercely as she speaks to the police.
"Alright, Miss Lawson, we'll take it from here." The two officers show respect to the woman named Lena Lawson.
"Miss, please come with us for questioning." The officers' faces are expressionless, their voices cold, treating me like a criminal.
"It wasn't me, I didn't do it," memories of the unbearable experiences in prison make me grip Holly's clothes tightly. Only he can give me a sense of security.
Sensing my fear, Holly tightens his grip on my hand and softly says, "Don't be afraid, I'll find the best lawyer for you. You'll be fine."
As I'm escorted into the police car, Lena's voice rings out again.
"I want to talk to her for a moment, is that okay?" Lena says to the police, but her eyes strangely fixate on me.
Her gaze gives me a chilling sense of familiarity.
As the two police officers walk away, she approaches me with a sinister smile on her lips, her face identical to mine from three years ago.
The sight of her exact likeness suddenly appearing before me is horrifying. I instinctively take a step back.
Her smile deepens, her eyes darken, resembling sinister demon. There's a hint of madness in her gaze.
Why do these changes in front of me remind me so much of her...
Her ice-cold hand grabs the back of my neck, preventing my escape. She leans close to my ear, her voice soft, "I'm back, my dear... sister."
She deliberately elongates the last syllable of "sister," exuding a chilling coldness and an eerie tone.
I widen my eyes, frozen in place, my face filled with astonishment. I turn my head to look at her, seemingly trying to find something from her face.
"How... how can this be? Megan is dead, it's impossible..." I stare at her face, murmuring in disbelief.
Her smile becomes more enchanting, and her icy fingers reach my face. "It's only been a short while, my dear sister can't recognize her elder sister."
I brush away Megan's hand, stepping back. I had finally accepted Megan's death, yet here she stands before me...
