She's Not Your Friend
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My best friend murdered me.
Before the team tryouts, Mia handed me a pink energy drink. I didn't know it was laced with sleeping pills.
Thirty feet in the air. Top of the pyramid. My body went limp, collapsing like a puppet with cut strings.
I can still hear my bones shattering.
Mia threw herself into my fiancé Carter's arms, sobbing: "Oh God, I grabbed the wrong bottle! The vitamins and sleeping pills got mixed up! Vic will forgive me, right?"
Carter held her tight, not even glancing at me lying in a pool of blood. "Stop crying. It was just an accident."
An accident? My spine snapped in three places.
He lied to the police, saying I was under too much stress and took the pills myself. Packaged my death as the suicide of someone who couldn't handle the pressure.
When I died, the whole school treated me like a joke.
But now I'd opened my eyes. I was back on that day.
Before the team tryouts, Mia handed me a pink energy drink. I didn't know it was laced with sleeping pills.
Thirty feet in the air. Top of the pyramid. My body went limp, collapsing like a puppet with cut strings.
I can still hear my bones shattering.
Mia threw herself into my fiancé Carter's arms, sobbing: "Oh God, I grabbed the wrong bottle! The vitamins and sleeping pills got mixed up! Vic will forgive me, right?"
Carter held her tight, not even glancing at me lying in a pool of blood. "Stop crying. It was just an accident."
An accident? My spine snapped in three places.
He lied to the police, saying I was under too much stress and took the pills myself. Packaged my death as the suicide of someone who couldn't handle the pressure.
When I died, the whole school treated me like a joke.
But now I'd opened my eyes. I was back on that day.


































