"No, this isn't about something my mother said....well it kind of is, but that's not why I can't marry you." Her voice was cracking now, tears running down her face. He seemed to pause, thinking about something before he continued on to say what he happened at the prom. Only he couldn't remember what happened after they both drenched in blood. It was a good thing too. Because what happened was a massacre. She wouldn't have wanted him to see or remember that side of her. Or that side of her that had once been her anyway. That had been Sara. She was Anna now. She continued to tell herself that. That she hadn't been the one to do all those horrid things. It had been another girl completely separate from her. And yet, it didn't help, because she knew she had done it, and nothing could take that back.

Her sad blue eyes looked back to him and his pitiful look made this all the more harder. Feeling the need to comfort him, she leaned forward, pressing a kiss softly to his lips before closed her eyes to calm herself, and when opened her eyes again a moment later to look at him, a pained look was on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks once again, "We were soaked in blood. They were playing that video and you grabbed my hand, I guess to try and take me away from there but....the bucket that had poured the blood on us fell..... I saw you hit in the head.You were dead, James. I...I lost it. I couldn't help it." She looked t her trembling hands, "My powers snapped just as much as I did. I wasn't myself. I....I killed them. Every single one of them. I crushed them. Cut them. Threw them against walls. And worse, I enjoyed it. At the time I enjoyed getting back at the for everything they had done to us. I felt like they all deserved death because they had brought it upon you."

She sat up again, wrapping her arms around herself, taking deep breaths, struggling to control her emotions and her powers at the same time. She wasn't even sure how she felt about it anymore.She hated the people she had killed. And at the same time she felt bad that she killed them. And even more so, she feared herself. She had never known she was capable of so much destruction. Capable to killing and torturing people in such ways. She took another shaky breath, rocking back and forth slightly now in nervousness and fear of the memories, "I took my time.....with the ones that tortured us most....especially Christine. She's the one who planned the blood prank. The one who dropped the bucket on your head. I killed her the slowest."

She refused to look at him by now. She feared his reaction. Feared he would think the same thing as her mother. That she was a monster. That she deserved to die even more than those people in the school. She moved a hand to her mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped her now, "After that, they were all dead. I went inside and washed all the blood off of me....but....but it didn't help." She frantically moved her hands to her ears, "I could still hear their screams. I knew I killed all those people and nothing can change that." She was sobbing more now, her whole body trembling, "When I got out of the bath, momma found me. I thought she was okay, that she wanted to help me....but.....but she didn't.....she stabbed me James. She called me a witch and said I needed to go back to hell. She tried to kill me." She could still feel the pain in her back from her the knife had entered her. It wasn't a dire wound, but it still hurt like hell, "I didn't know what to do...I was so scared...I....I.....I killed momma....." She sobbed more now, curling up there.