I kept running after Jessica despite how difficult it was. Branches kept slashing against my arms and thorns kept snagging on to my costume that I had to tear it apart just so I could keep going deeper.

I didn’t know how to stop, I just kept going after her footsteps.

The ground was heavily uneven, and roots from trees clawed from the soil like traps. I stumbled once, dirtying my already bloodied clothes, but I didn’t stop.

Rage fueled my veins, pumping adrenaline all throughout my body as flashes of memory filled my mind.

Jessica tried to kill me, twice. All because she was jealous of me.

Because I...