Dead on the Ice, Back for Blood
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I'm a figure skating prodigy from one of the wealthiest families in the country. I'm also an idiot.
I believed that if I was kind enough, people would be kind in return. So I sponsored Haley Dunning, a scholarship skater on our team, and treated her like my own little sister.
The day before the NCAA qualifier, she came up to me with a sports drink, said she wanted to help keep my energy up.
I drank it. Went down on the ice with a broken leg. Drug test came back positive for banned stimulants.
Overnight, I went from the queen of the rink to the face of a scandal no one could stop talking about.
Expelled from school. Torn apart on social media. Calloway Corporation's stock in freefall.
Haley stood in front of the cameras, tears in her eyes: "Piper just wanted to win so badly. I never thought she'd go this far..."
I fell into a depression. Couldn't sleep without medication.
Then one day, she showed up at my hospital room with my boyfriend, bearing "comfort": a cup of water and a few pills: "Piper, take your meds, okay? This is all my fault for being so stupid..."
Three minutes later, I'm coughing up blood, convulsing on the floor.
Right before I died, I caught the look on her face. That sweet, innocent face. A slow, vicious smile spreading across it.
She knocked over the pill bottle and started screaming: "I grabbed the wrong ones! I mixed up her antidepressants with some old person's heart meds! I'm so stupid!"
My boyfriend pulled her into his arms. Didn't even glance at me dying on the floor: "She meant well. Piper just had bad luck."
I was poisoned to death in that hospital room.
Then I opened my eyes, and it was the day before the qualifier.
I believed that if I was kind enough, people would be kind in return. So I sponsored Haley Dunning, a scholarship skater on our team, and treated her like my own little sister.
The day before the NCAA qualifier, she came up to me with a sports drink, said she wanted to help keep my energy up.
I drank it. Went down on the ice with a broken leg. Drug test came back positive for banned stimulants.
Overnight, I went from the queen of the rink to the face of a scandal no one could stop talking about.
Expelled from school. Torn apart on social media. Calloway Corporation's stock in freefall.
Haley stood in front of the cameras, tears in her eyes: "Piper just wanted to win so badly. I never thought she'd go this far..."
I fell into a depression. Couldn't sleep without medication.
Then one day, she showed up at my hospital room with my boyfriend, bearing "comfort": a cup of water and a few pills: "Piper, take your meds, okay? This is all my fault for being so stupid..."
Three minutes later, I'm coughing up blood, convulsing on the floor.
Right before I died, I caught the look on her face. That sweet, innocent face. A slow, vicious smile spreading across it.
She knocked over the pill bottle and started screaming: "I grabbed the wrong ones! I mixed up her antidepressants with some old person's heart meds! I'm so stupid!"
My boyfriend pulled her into his arms. Didn't even glance at me dying on the floor: "She meant well. Piper just had bad luck."
I was poisoned to death in that hospital room.
Then I opened my eyes, and it was the day before the qualifier.













































