The Night I Was Murdered by Marie Bryce

I remember the night I was murdered. I remember the rain, the silence,  the feeling that something wasn’t right. I remember looking at someone I trusted, and then, nothing. They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die.

Mine didn’t. It fractured. Pieces missing. Moments changing. Truth slipping through my fingers. I don’t know who killed me. But I know this. It wasn’t a stranger. It was someone who knew me.

Someone who was close enough, to know exactly how to end it. The worst part? I think, I gave them a reason. So I’m going back. Back to that night. Back to every lie, every secret, every moment I ignored. Because somewhere in my life,  is the reason I died. And when I find it. you’ll know the truth. Even if it destroys everything.