Guilty Before Sunrise
On the day the SAT scores were released, the police showed up at my front door. They said I had murdered three of the top students in my class. The evidence was conclusive.
However, on the day it happened, I had been sitting alone at home, drowning in regret over my poor exam performance.
"Worthless girl! Useless burden! How did this family end up with a monster like you?!" My grandmother screamed at me, hurling insults as her fists and kicks rained down.
The only thing that could have proven my innocence—the security camera—had been unplugged by her the night before.
She said the camera gave off radiation and claimed that we installed it to harm her.
In an instant, I became the disgrace of everyone around me.
After I was convicted, my parents couldn’t bear the blow. They both took their own lives.
As for me?
Under the crushing weight of public outrage and endless condemnation, I spiraled into depression and died.
Even at the very end, I never understood why every piece of evidence pointed straight at me.
Then I opened my eyes again and found myself back on the night before the scores were released.