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“We can’t do this. Stop it, put her down,” Rose argued, and I could hear a scuffle.

“She’s already dead. What difference does it make?” Lily replied.

Until that moment, I never really believed that they were going to throw me off the cliff, onto the rocks and into the black waves below. I wanted to kick and scream and bite them to make them let go, but I couldn’t. And they didn’t.

“Are you sure you want to do this? She’s your sister,” I heard Rose say.

“I don’t know,” said Lily, starting to cry again.

“We don’t have a choice,” said Conor.

It was a lie. Life is only ever a series of choices; we all havethem and make them and regret them every single day. The ability to choose between right and wrong is a fundamental part of being human. But Conor’s humanity got lost that night, and I fear he never found it again.

“On three,” he said, and Rose sobbed. I could feel Lily’s hands trembling as she held on to mine. The waves crashing on the rocks below sounded like thunder in my ears. Conor started to count, and they swung me back and forth as though I were the old skipping rope we used to play with on the beach.

“One.”

Mississippi.

“Two.”

Mississippi.

“Three.”

Mississippi.

When they swung me the third time, I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. It was louder than Conor counting, louder than my sisters crying, and louder than the cold dark sea crashing on those rocks beneath me. Looking back, I wonder if the fear I felt produced so much adrenaline that it restarted my heart.

Just as they let me go, I opened my eyes.

I was flying again, and I smiled at Rose, Lily, and Conor. Because I was alive, and everything was going to be okay. But they did not smile when they saw my eyes open. They stared back in horror as I disappeared over the cliff and fell down, down, down into the icy-cold black sea.

48

October 31, 6:40 a.m.

low tide

Everyone you know is both good and bad; it’s part of being human.

Nana used to say that, and I think she was right.

“Are you okay?” Trixie asks. “I can see you’re lost in those thoughts I know you’d rather forget. But everything will be all right now, you’ll see.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, but I amnotokay. I have been hoaxed by my own memories on more than one occasion, but I have never felt this lost to myself. I feel like I just watched a scene from my past, performed with a new backdrop. It looked out of place, left there by someone else, so that the memory seemed all wrong. I’ve tried so hard to exchange it, to give it back. I don’t want to remember what really happened that night. But then I have always found fiction more attractive than real life.

“They killed me. Rose, Lily, and Conorkilledme,” I whisper.

“Yes. We’ve had this conversation many, many times. But for reasons I don’t understand, you always forget,” says Trixie.

There are surreal moments after any tragedy when you forget what has happened. The mind often tries to delete files it can’t process. When you remember, it’s as though whatever caused that grief happens to you all over again. And I feel as though I am falling. But I neverreallyforget; I just choose not to remember.

“If I died that night, why am I still here?” I ask. “How can you see and hear me?”

“I’m not an expert in the afterlife, but I’m guessing this has something to do with it.”

I look up and see that Trixie has undone the top few buttons of her shirt. I stare at the pink scar down the middle of her chest, almost exactly like my own.

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