Bury A Friend

Prologue

This is a fictionalized account of what might have happened. The interviewer wishes to clarify this and claim creative license.

The clock strikes 12, leaving me crying on my bed. Or to be more precise, Hortense's bed. The sheets are tangled around my bare chest and I wish I could grab that old sweater of her's by the bedstand. But I don't want to look weak. Not in front of this bastard, anyway. He grins at me in that predatorial way and I rub my tears as I pretend to cough into the sheet. This was my first time, but I'm not going to act like it was. I skip to the chase right away.
"So, will I pass economics now?"
"Mmm, this was an okay effort so I'll be considerate. No mother to call to the principal's office. But if you want a good grade, we could...you know...meet up sometime? "
I muster all the courage I have.
"Get.out."
He winks and pulls out of my bed, and loops his tie around his neck. I don't know why that's necessary at midnight though. I watch him close the door with burning eyes and start crying right away.
I hate myself. I'm swirling in this abyss of guilt and shame and to top it off, my mom's voice echoes.
"Never good enough..."
When you're the heiress to a million dollar shipping company, you do well I  economics. By hook or crook.
I stare at the door and I'm just grateful that Hortense is in the library, poring over a fat book. She's an okay roommate, but I couldn't handle a judgemental look right now.
I pull myself to my feet and look in the mirror. Adeline Sommers. The spazz. Red hair and grey eyes, okay bod, wannabe. I know the bad stuff people talk behind my back. I try not to care but on a day like this, it just pulls me down.
I slip on a jacket and leave. I shouldn't be here, just after what happened. My eyes are swirling when suddenly I see a shadow behind me. I'm about to scream when-Oh. It's just-
Why the fuck would a person wear gloves right now?
Unless...
Those gloved hands reach around my neck and I'm trying to free myself. Harder! Choke. Just.need.to.break.that.grip.
A kick in the shin.
I'm on the floor.
My head starts spinning.
And are those black spots I see?
Aforementioned black spots have turned into patches.
There's a ringing and my throat screams, but there's no sound.
Last breath.

Gulp.
I am the black patch now.

Dead? Losing my life. I stare at the regulation uniform tie that every student must wear. It's the last thing I see as I feel myself slipping, falling, falling....

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Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a murder mystery which is something I've always wanted to do since a million years ago. Please comment on this, with fan theories and what not! And if you like it, please vote cause my dog gets a biscuit everytime you do!
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P.p.p.s. all those who read my other book and you're here, I don't know if you'll like this but I'm gonna make sure I give the old book the update it deserves sometime this week cause I was in a bad place, but I'm better now! Ciao!