The rain was washed away most of the blood,but not at all. Tiny crimson streaks still clung to her skin,hidden beneath the sleeves of her jacket. The sirens wailed in the distance,getting closer. Melody adjusted her expression in the broken mirror of a nearby car-wide eyes,shaky breath just enough tears to look devastated By the time police arrived and she was ready. A survivor. A victim. "She's in shock," one of the officers murmured, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. Melony shivered, not from the cold, but from the thrill. They believed her. They always did. She knew how to play the part. She knew exactly what she was doing.