Priscilla Bates and I fell from the rooftop together.

She flipped over and pinned me underneath her, her face twisted with rage. "He will definitely choose me, and you should just die here!"

Even though I struggled hard, I still couldn't break free from her grip and fell heavily onto the ground.

My boyfriend, however, lovingly cradled her in his arms, completely ignoring me as I lay there spitting blood.

“Priscilla Bates's bleeding is much worse than yours; she needs a blood transfusion immediately!”

In the agony of broken bones, I died because no one came to my rescue.

I had signed a body donation agreement a long time ago, leaving me as nothing but an empty skeleton in the end.

Later, Floyd Wilkinson searched his entire life but could never find that lost ray of light.