UNFRIENDED

July 3

The night of July 3...
The day billie put a bullet through her head, on the tennis court.
The day blood splattered on the pavement.
The day she died.
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"Hey!" Jackson laughs toward the computer screen.
Each of the group sets their eyes on the computer.
They are on Skype.
Then it happens.
"Who posted the photos?" A message pops up before them.
Everyone becomes quiet.
"Who posted the photos?" It repeats.
"Is this a glitch?" Carl asks.
"It's not me!" Chelsea asks.
"Okay, hands off everyone." Jackson demands.
Everyone puts their hands up against the air.
"I'm waiting." The thing says.
"The user name is...Billie." Chelsea points out.
"What the hell?"
"I'm going to play a game." It says.
"I'm going to count to five, and if nobody tells me who posted the photos, I'm going to kill one of you." He says blankly.
"What the?" Carl shouts.
"One."
"Two"
"Three"
"Four"
"Five."