Forever Changing

Charlotte crossed her arms in defense, dropping the knife about a second later after realizing just how bad this looked. "French immigrant, Starbucks barista, no, I haven't stabbed anyone before." Lie. She turned to the others in front of the standing-up body and frowned. "Do any of you know what the hell is going on? Because I really, really don't." She backed away from her own knife and scratched Lionel the Cat's neck, trying to calm herself down.

After a moment of silence, she spoke. "Actually, I have stabbed someone before. But that's another life and I don't want to talk about it." Her voice was small and weak. Dieu, why was she opening herself up to these people?