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Ann Aguirre - Mortal Danger

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Revenge is a dish best served cold. Edie Kramer has a score to settle with the beautiful people at Blackbriar Academy. Their cruelty drove her to the brink of despair, and four months ago, she couldnt imagine being strong enough to face her senior year. But thanks to a Faustian compact with the enigmatic Kian, she has the power to make the bullies pay. Shes not supposed to think about Kian once the deal is done, but devastating pain burns behind his unearthly beauty, and hes impossible to forget. In one short summer, her entire life changes, and she sweeps through Blackbriar, prepped to take the beautiful people down from the inside. A whisper here, a look there, and suddenly... bad things are happening. Its a heady rush, seeing her tormentors get what they deserve, but things that seem too good to be true usually are, and soon, the pranks and payback turns from delicious to deadly. Edie is alone in a world teeming with secrets and fiends lurking in the shadows. In this murky morass of devils bargains, she isnt sure whoor what--she can trust. Not even her own mind...

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Mortal Danger

Immortal Game - 1

Ann Aguirre

For the survivors: That which did not kill us made us stronger.

DEATH WATCH

I was supposed to die at 5:57 a.m.

At least, I had been planning it for months. First I read up on the best ways to do it, then I learned the warning signs and made sure not to reveal any of them. People who wanted to be saved gave away their possessions and said their good-byes. Id passed so far beyond that point; I just wanted it all to stop.

There was no light at the end of this tunnel.

So two days after the school year ended, I left my house for what I intended to be the last time. I wrote no note of explanation. In my opinion, it never offered closure and it only made the survivors feel guilty. Better to let my parents think I suffered from some undiagnosed mental illness than to have them carry the knowledge that maybe they couldve saved me; that burden could drive my parents to the ledge behind me, and I didnt want that. I only wanted an ending.

Earlier I had walked toward the BU T station I used for other errands, like shopping and school. There was plenty of time for me to change my mind, but Id done all the research, and it was meticulous. Id considered all sorts of methods, but in the end, I preferred water because it would be tidy and quick. I hated the idea of leaving a mess at home for my parents to clean up. This earlyor late, depending on your perspectivethe city was relatively quiet. Just as well. Id gotten off at North Station and trudged the last mile or so.

Jumpers loved this place, but if you picked the wrong time, somebody would notice, call the authorities, and then youd have cars honking, lanes shutting down, police cars pretty much the whole media circus. I was smart enough to choose my opportunity carefully; in fact, Id studied the success stories and compared the times when the most deaths occurred. Constrained by public transport hours, I arrived a bit later than the majority of those who died here, but my leap would still be feasible.

At this hour, there wasnt as much traffic. The bridge was a monster, but I didnt have to go all the way to the other side. Predawn murk threw shadows over the metal pylons as I faced my fate. I felt nothing in particular. No joy, but no sadness either.

The last three years had been the worst. Id seen the well-meant It Gets Better videos, but I wasnt tough enough to make it through another year, when there was no assurance college would be better. The constant jokes, endless harrassmentif this was all I could look forward to, then I was ready to check out. I didnt know why people at school hated me so much. To my knowledge, Id never done anything except exist, but that was enough. At Blackbriar Academyan expensive, private school that my parents thought guaranteed a bright futureit wasnt okay to be ugly, weird, or different. I was all of the above. And not in the movie way, either, where the geek girl took down her hair and swapped her horn rims for contacts, then suddenly, she was a hottie.

When I was little, it didnt bother me. But the older I got, the meaner the kids became, particularly the beautiful ones. To get in with their crowd, you needed a certain look, and money didnt hurt. Teachers fell in with whatever the Teflon crew told them, and most adults had enough secret cruelty to believe somebody like me had it comingthat if I tried harder, I could stop stuttering, get a nose job, dye my hair, and join a gym. So clearly it was my fault that Id rather read than try to bring myself up to the standards of people I hated.

Over the years, the pranks got worse and worse. They stole my clothes from my gym locker, so I had to go to class all stinky in my PE uniform. Not a day went by that they didnt do something, even as simple as a kick or a shove or a word that dug deep as a knife. I used to tell myself I could survive itI quoted Nietzsche in my head and I pretended I was a fearless heroine. But I was as strong as my tormentors could make me, and it wasnt enough. Four months ago, the last day before winter break, they broke me.

I pushed the memory down like the bile I swallowed on a daily basis. The shame was the worst, as if Id done something to deserve this. Being smart and ugly wasnt reason enough for what they did to me. Nothing was. At that point, I implemented plan B. I had no friends. Nobody would miss me. At best, my parentsoblivious academic typeswould see me as a ruined potential. Sometimes I thought they had me as a sociology experiment. Afterward, theyd retrieve my body and mark my file with a big red FAIL stamp.

The sky was gray and pearly, mist hanging over the river. Drawing in a deep breath, I gathered my courage. To my amusement, Id passed a sign that read, DEPRESSED? CALL US. Then it listed a number. Id ignored that, along with a massive heap of pigeon shit, and continued across until I was far enough out that the water would drown me fast, provided the fall didnt kill me on impact. Now I only had to climb over quietly and let go.

The end.

A jagged shard tore loose in my chest; tears burned in my eyes. Why didnt anyone notice? Why didnt anyone do anything? So, maybe I was like the other lost souls, after all. I wanted a hand on my shoulder, somebody to stop me. Shaking, I put my foot on the guardrail and swung my leg over. On the other side, metal at my back, the dark river spread before me as if it led to the underworld. For me, it did. My muscles coiled, but I didnt need to jump. All I had to do was lean into space. There would be a few seconds of freefall, and then Id hit the water. If the drop didnt kill me, the stones in my pockets would.

Id planned for all contingencies.

I stepped forward.

A hand on my shoulder stopped me. The touch radiated heat, shocking me nearly to death. I couldnt remember the last time anyone had touched me, except to hurt. My parents werent huggers. So long as I got straight As, they had little to do with me. They said they were rearing me to be self-sufficient. It felt more like they were raising me to self-destruct.

Mission accomplished.

I turned, expecting a corporate drone jonesing to start his cubicle time early, and on target to screw up my careful plans. In that case, Id have to talk fast to avoid police involvement and incarceration in a mental facility. Theyd put me on death watch and stare at me for three days in case I relapsed with the urge to kill myself. The lie hovered on the tip of my tonguehow I was researching suicide to make a sociology essay more compellingbut the guy whod interrupted my exit also stole the ability to form coherent thought. His hand remained on my shoulder, steadying me, but he didnt speak.

I didnt either.

I couldnt.

He had the kind of face you saw in magazines, sculpted and airbrushed to perfection. Sharp cheekbones eased into a strong jaw and a kissable mouth. His chin was just firm enough. He had a long, aquiline nose and jade eyes with a feline slant. His face was haunting, unsettling, even. His layered mop of dark hair gained coppery streaks in the halo of passing headlights that limned us both. In a minute or two, somebody would see us. Though traffic was light, it wasnt nonexistent, and eventually some concerned motorist would pull over or make a call. I saw my window of opportunity narrowing.

What? I managed to get the word out without stammering.

You dont have to do this. There are other options.

I didnt try to bullshit. His direct, gold-sparked gaze made me feel that would be a waste of time. Part of me thought I might have already jumped, and he was my afterlife. Or maybe I was on a ventilator after they fished me out of the river, which made this a coma dream. Id read studies where doctors posited that people experienced incredibly vivid dreamscapes during catatonia.

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