My Sister's Grave Mistake

The last thing I saw was my sister Chloe' s cold, satisfied smile as the wrench came down, followed by an explosion of pain and darkness.

She whispered, "She knew too much.

She was always in the way."

Then, nothing.

I was dead, brutally murdered by my own sister because I stumbled upon her insane scheme to impersonate a missing socialite for money.

But then, I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my narrow bed.

Sunlight filtered through my grimy window.

I was alive.

It was June 14th, the day it all began, the day that, in another life, ended with my murder.