The day someone stuffed a rancid, oil-dripping sandwich into my locker, splattering my uniform, I understood—no one here saw me as human.
My stepsister crushed my fallen lunch under her heel, laughing at how "pathetic" I was. In chemistry class, they all watched as I rattled around alone in the corner. Even my so-called best friend mocked me, fake-sobbing into a book—"Mommy, I miss you so much"—mimicking my most vulnerable moment for everyone's entertainment.

Until I climbed to the school roof, one step from jumping, when my phone suddenly rang: "Want to make them beg for forgiveness?"

Suicide Edge to Revenge Win

Ophelia
Three days later, 7:58 PM. I sat at the rickety desk in my dorm room, the blue glow from my laptop cutting through the darkness.
My phone rang right on time.
"Are you ready?" The mysterious person's familiar, calm voice came through the voice changer.
"I don't know what I'm doing." My vo...

Chapter 4