"I didn't want to do this, the voices in my head told me to. They told me that it was the right thing to do. It's not my fault. It's not my fault." I shook my head, staring at the wall ahead of me. My knees against my chest, my chin resting on my knees. "But it is my fault, it always will be. I'll always be known as the girl who murdered my brother and his best friend."