The hard soil crunches against her hands. What if she fell off and tumbled into the ocean, knowing she couldn’t swim? Knowing sharks were in the water and they would smell her fresh blood? Knowing that even the tiniest action, like a scratch, would send her to the Underworld, a pale-faced ruler.

The moon was a coated white, a familiar aura that she could see before.

Her hands almost gave out, bu...

You didn’t mean to kill her.

But it had already been done. The damage was back into the past by a minute. The knife was your hand, and it went insane. Your heart raced as you wiped the blood off with a dirty rag. You knew you had to make it look like an accident, or you'd be in for it. The police would never know, right? Surely they wouldn’t suspect an innocent schoo...