The Day She Fell

I had just reached the bottom of my apartment building when I heard someone scream.

"Someone jumped off the roof!"

A girl in a school uniform lay face down in a pool of blood. Her hair was messy, and she didn't move.

I looked up in shock. Cecilia Webster and her two friends were standing on the rooftop, staring at me with cold smiles.

The residents gathered around, whispering among themselves, but no one dared to go near the girl.

"Whose child is she?"

"She's so young. Why would she want to die?"

"What will her family do now?"

The woman who lived across from me grabbed my arm.

She looked at the girl on the ground and started trembling. "She jumped from the roof. I don't think she made it."

I pulled my arm free and rushed into the building. I quickly ran into Cecilia and the other two girls in the stairwell.

I blocked their path and shouted. "Cecilia, did you push her off the roof?"

The three girls exchanged glances. Then they burst into arrogant laughter.

"What? Are you planning to send us to jail?"

"We're all minors. You really think calling the police will do anything?"

"Let me tell you something. Jane's family has a lot of power. You'd better stop wasting your time!"

Their smug attitude pushed me over the edge.

My eyes turned red as I pointed at them and screamed. "You killed someone! Do you really think killing someone is legal just because you're minors?"

The female neighbor arrived a moment later and tried to stop us. "Tiffany, just let it go. Don't bully these young girls."

I glared at her with hatred.

In my previous life, it had been exactly the same. My sister had been killed by these girls, yet this woman had still tried to play peacemaker.

The neighbor looked frightened by the anger in my eyes and slowly let go of me. "I'm only trying to help you. Judy is already dead. No matter what you do, you can't bring her back. She may be gone, but you still have to keep living, right?"

I froze. It took me a long moment to understand what she meant.

She thought the girl who died was my sister.

But I had locked the balcony doors in my apartment long ago to prevent the tragedy from happening again.

I had also already sent my sister, Judy Turner, to stay with a friend.

That made me wonder who the girl downstairs was. She was wearing a school uniform, and her body looked almost the same as Alicia's.

The neighbor put an arm around my shoulder. "Tiffany, I know you want justice for Judy, but they're just kids..."

Before she could finish, I shoved her away. "Just because they're kids, does that mean they're allowed to kill people?"

I pulled the kitchen knife I had just sharpened from my grocery bag.

The blade flashed coldly in front of the three girls. Even they looked scared.

"None of you are leaving today! If any of you move, I'll cut your throat!"

There was no way I was going to let these killers walk away.

Even if the girl who died wasn't my sister, I would still get justice for the victim.

The three girls took several steps back.

Cecilia, their leader, went pale, but she still forced herself to act tough. "You think waving a knife around is going to scare me?"