A Beautiful Collapse
My best friend was obsessed with playing the part of a socialite, always chasing after rich heirs.
When she saw posts online about guys making money over the summer by 'renting themselves out,' she decided to copy them.
Two thousand for a hike. Five thousand for a dinner date. Twenty thousand for a trip. The prices kept climbing.
I was worried she would run into the wrong kind of people, so I tried everything to talk her out of it, to keep her from walking straight into trouble.
Later, the wealthy guy she had her eye on went public with another influencer who had built the same 'socialite' persona.
She took it out on me. Sold me to a nightclub.
I was abused in every way imaginable until I died. There was not even enough left of me to bury.
Then, I opened my eyes again.
She was already scheming:
"Guys like that can make 500 just tagging along on a hike. I'm way prettier. Charging 2,000 isn't too much, right?"