I was killed for three days, but my
sister, who had been dead for five
years, returned
Chapter 1
My sister, Sarah, jumped off a cliff. And my
folks? They think I’m the one who pushed her.
All because I missed three calls from her right
before she did it.
Ever since then, every single day, they’ve
wished it was me who died instead.
After I got kidnapped by some old enemy of my
mom’s, he gave me two chances to make a call.
First, I tried my mom, the coroner. She just
hung up on me, like I was a telemarketer.
“You’re telling me you’ve been kidnapped and
they’re letting you call me for help? You’re such a liar, you don’t deserve to be my daughter!”
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Second call, I tried my dad, the doctor. He
didn’t pick up, just shot me a text half an hour later.
“Don’t you know I’m in surgery all morning?
Whatever it is, deal with it. Stop with the drama
and calling me like you’re dying.”
Dad was right, I was gonna die.
Maybe then, if I was gone, they’d finally be able
to forgive me.
Yeah, maybe it was for the best.
But then, five years later, Sarah suddenly shows
up back home, and they go completely ballistic trying to find me.
Three days after I died, my body ended up
dumped in front of the police station.
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I saw my mom, still in her white lab coat,
crouched down in the crowd, examining my
corpse like she was studying a specimen.
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Next to her, just tossed on the ground, was her phone, with a text I sent her before I died.
“Help” – all messed up with typos and extra
punctuation marks.
She glanced at it once, then blocked my
number.
She couldn’t even be bothered to text me back,
even to yell at me.
I felt this bitter smile stretch across my lips.
Mom, I thought, you’ve been wanting me dead.
Well, now I am. I’m the corpse you get to cut
- up.
Mom, being the pro coroner she is, figured out
the cause of death pretty quickly.
“Preliminary ID is that of a young girl.”
“Female, between 15 and 17. Face is too
messed up to tell exactly who she is yet.”
“And… her insides are just… shredded. I can’t
imagine what kind of torture this kid went
through before she died!”
“She’s underweight, looks like she was seriously
malnourished. And she had early–stage
stomach cancer, for crying out loud. What kind
of family let this happen?!”
Mom took a deep breath, ran her hand over my
cheek. Her eyes were starting to water.
“The person who did this is a monster. How
could they do this to a kid?”
The police chief looked serious. “Dumping the
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body right at our doorstep… it’s probably a
revenge job. We need to let everyone know to
be on alert, especially the family.”
Then the chief gave my mom a pat on the
shoulder. “Hey, uh… want me to try and call,
you know… Nora?”
Hearing my name made me snap my attention
to Mom.
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“Don’t bother with her,” Mom hissed. “She’s the
murderer who killed Sarah. I should have left
her out to rot. I regret bringing her back into
our lives.”
Mom’s disgusted face was like a knife through
my soul.
