After about a minute, she stood in the center of camp. She sat on her haunches with her tail curled around her body. "Tiger, please come out! You don't understand! I'm not a murderer! I-I..." the rat couldn't finish her sentence. She let out a deep sigh, filled with pain and sorrow. A tear rolled down her cheek as her voice crept into a whisper.
"Yes I am."
She was sure the diseased had been waiting for those words ever since she was just a young trouble-maker. The past was the past. It may still haunt you, but you must let it go- something Misty had never done. Now, it had hit her in the heart almost hard enough to kill her, but history was cruel. It left her there to suffer, and to slowly kill her on the inside. What she had done to her own.
(If you want to know her history, PM me.


