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ARIANA'S POV.
My eyes went wide, and my jaw fell, as I watched her.
"Victoria!" I shrieked, running to her. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would stop. Was she dead? Why wasn't she moving?
I tapped her, scared to place my finger underneath her nose. My negative thoughts filled my head. What if she was gone? What if I was somehow framed? What would I do if someone died in my presence?
It would haunt me forever if someone died in front of me.
Just then, something flashed in front of me. It was an image of Victoria dead with blood pouring out of her neck, soaking her clothes, and there was a knife embedded in her throat.
