JASMINE
313 days before my life was caught short.
Jasmine is a teenage girl with dreams, doubts, and a haunted kind of knowing. When her classmate Brianna drowns under suspicious circumstances, Jasmine starts receiving cryptic notes suggesting it wasn’t an accident—and that she was supposed to be next. As she spirals into a surreal investigation that blurs dreams and reality, secrets and lies, Jasmine begins to uncover a chilling truth: someone is erasing girls like her, one by one.
They say Jasmine is dead. The headlines agree. There’s even a memorial. But there’s no body. No explanation. And Jasmine? She’s still here.
313 days before everything unraveled, she was just a girl balancing school, parties, and the quiet ache of being misunderstood. Now, she exists somewhere in between—unseen, unheard, and trying to make sense of the life she lost.
Obsessed with uncovering what really happened to her, Jasmine digs into the memories she can’t fully trust. Friendships weren’t as solid as they seemed. The people she loved were hiding things. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes—
She was never just a victim.
And death might not be the end of her story.
It might be where it really begins.
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Chapter: RETURN CHAPTER 6 308 days before my life was caught short The morning after the dream—or the message, or whatever it had been—arrived in layers of muted light and silence. My body felt weighed down as though I’d lived out the events of the night instead of dreaming them. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, trying to make sense of the photo, of Lana, of the feeling that something cold had crept into the edges of my life and made a home there. I didn’t tell anyone. Not yet. The photo remained tucked in the back of my notebook, hidden beneath a fold of looseleaf paper that had once held my English notes but now seemed to carry the heaviness of a secret. I didn’t dare touch it again that morning. I barely wanted to look at it. Instead, I pulled myself through the motions of getting ready—pulling on a hoodie, tugging my hair into a bun, skipping breakfast. My mother was in the kitchen humming off-key to a song on the radio,
Last Updated: 2025-06-07
Chapter: WHAT SLEEPS BENEATH CHAPTER 5 309 days before I stopped trusting my own memories, I woke to a silence so thick it felt like sound had been scraped from the air. No birdsong. No cars. Just the soft buzz of electricity and the eerie tick of the clock on my wall, like a countdown I hadn’t noticed was running. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to move at all. The weight of the photo beneath my mattress made me feel like I was sleeping above a grave. Lana’s face hovered behind my eyelids, the same expression every time—terrified, as if someone had called her name just before the picture was taken. I hadn’t dreamed. I hadn’t slept, not really. But somehow, I felt haunted. And things only got worse when I checked my phone. Eli: Meet me behind the library at lunch. Don’t bring the photo. I didn’t respond. But I’d be there. ⸻ At school, people moved around me like wind—heard, not seen. I passed Morgan in the hall and she waved, but I didn’t wave back. The silence inside me was l
Last Updated: 2025-06-07
Chapter: BLOOD MOON HOURS CHAPTER 4 I didn’t sleep that night. It wasn’t the kind of restlessness that came from too much coffee or a stressful assignment. It was deeper—like my body had already decided sleep was dangerous. Every time I closed my eyes, Lana’s face stared back at me, not the smiling one from memory, but the bound, terrified one in the photo. Her eyes pleading. The rope tight around her arms. The background behind her still a blur of shadows and dust, and the red smear on the floor just visible if you dared to look long enough. I lay curled under my duvet, holding the photo beneath my pillow. The longer I kept it close, the more unreal it felt. Like a cursed object. If I looked at it too long, I might start seeing things. Hearing things. I didn’t turn on the light again. I didn’t want to see it. But I also didn’t want to forget it was real. That someone had slipped it into my locker. That Lana—missing for months—might still be alive. Or worse, had been alive. I counted the hours in fra
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: SHADOWS MOVE WHEN YOU WATCH THEM CHAPTER 3 The next day at school, I cornered Daniel after AP English. He was alone, leaning against the lockers, pretending to scroll through his phone like the hallway wasn’t pulsing with whispers. “Hey,” I said. He looked up, and for a split second, something flinched in his expression—surprise, maybe. Or guilt. “Well, if it isn’t the ghost of Brianna’s best friend,” he said, flashing that practiced grin. I held up my phone and tapped the screen. The photo. The one from my window. The smirk faded. “Where’d you get that?” “You tell me.” He looked around. “Is this a threat?” “No. It’s a warning.” Daniel straightened. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, Jasmine, but dragging me into it is a mistake.” “You were at the pool.” “I left before anything happened.” “Did you see her?” He met my eyes. “No.” Lie. I leaned in closer. “I think someone pushed her. And I think you know who.” Daniel’s jaw clenched. “Back
Last Updated: 2025-05-25
Chapter: THE WATCHER AT MY WINDOW CHAPTER 2 310 days before my life was caught short. The morning after my poetry notebook reappeared, I skipped breakfast. Gloria was already halfway through a rant about utility bills and my missing laundry, but her voice sounded distant, like I was listening through water. I slipped on my uniform, stuffed the mysterious notebook deep into my backpack, and left the house before she could ask why I looked like I hadn’t slept. Because I hadn’t. Again. The dreams were worse now—less like dreams and more like memories I didn’t remember making. Last night, I’d found myself back in that same hallway, only now it was underwater. Everything moved in slow motion. The walls bled shadows. And there were voices—not just Brianna’s this time, but others. Distant, urgent, unintelligible. I didn’t understand what they were saying, but I knew they were meant for me. At school, no one seemed to notice that I was falling apart. That’s the thing about high school. You could be a ghost and n
Last Updated: 2025-05-25
Chapter: NOT YET GONE CHAPTER 1 313 days before my life was caught short. I didn’t feel dead yet. I still had dreams, bad skin, a phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing, and a mother who yelled from downstairs like her voice could split plaster. In other words, I was still a teenage girl, barely holding it together, trying to pretend I understood what it meant to be alive. The clock on my nightstand read 6:02 AM, glowing a violent red. I hadn’t slept. Not really. There was a stiffness behind my eyes from staying up too late doom-scrolling through social media, avoiding thoughts I couldn’t name. Outside my window, the morning light had just begun bleeding into the sky, soft and uncertain. “Jasmine! You’re going to be late!” That was my mother. Gloria. Loud since 1978. A woman who could make panic sound like poetry. “I’m up!” I shouted back. I wasn’t. Not really. But I dragged myself out of bed anyway and padded across the floor to the mirror. My reflection stared back at me like it was already mou
Last Updated: 2025-05-25
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