"Why does it have to be raining outside?" I asked, running my hands through my hair. I twirled one of the longer locks, distracted. "I have to wash my hair again."
"There you go with the hair again. For corn's sake, Kristin, every time it rains, that's all you talk about."
Jacklyn, of course, was right. She was always right. 10 years my senior, my roommate had a knack for pointing out things I wouldn't acknowledge.
"I know, I need to stop being so vain."
"Darn straight. Now help me clear the table."
I was too busy spraying her with my blood to help. My invisible killer pulled its blade from my neck and jumped onto my roommate. So this is what it feels like to die.
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