Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

goddamn heart, because it wouldn’t hurt as much as what you
did to it this morning. I hate you.”
My legs started to buckle underneath me as I cried, and my
head started to swim.
“I hate you,” I said, a sob thick in my throat, “and I’ll hate
you forever, so do what you’re going to do, because I’m dead.
I’m dead already.”
I would never trust another man again. I’d have to leave
my school and my home to escape the gossip.
I was the one paying for his lie, not him, but so help me
GGod, I would drag him down with me. I would make sure he
remembered me and know how enormously he failed at being
the worst thing to ever happen to me, because he wasn’t that
important. He was nothing.
I didn’t love him. I didn’t even understand him.
“My father hates me. My sister hates me,” I said. “My
mom can’t stand on her own. You made me think I wasn’t
alone. Why would you do that?”
The floor creaked again, closer this time, and I shot out my
hand to get ready, but I stumbled, my head spinning, and I fell
to the floor.
What was going on?
I swayed my hand on the floor, unable to steady myself.
“What’s… what’s wrong with me?”
“You drank the water,” he finally spoke.
The water. The water? And then I remembered the glass
my mother left me in my bedroom.
And my door was opened when she had closed it. He’d
come in when I was asleep. He’d put something in the water?
Oh, Jesus. No, no, no…
I started gasping, trying to stand up, but I couldn’t get my
legs under me. Where was the figurine I had? I just had it in
my hand.