Bethany wished she could go back to how things were when she first moved into town. She stared out of her window, wondering how life would have been different if she made different decisions. It was too late now.

“It’s over, Bethany,” Connor said while opening the door. In no mood to fight, Bethany nodded. She knew it was all over.

“Let me ask you something,” Bethany finally let out somberly, “why’d you make me like this?”

“I didn’t make you like anything, Bethany,” Connor said, a little offended. “Social hierarchy is a cut throat world and all I did was hand you the knife. You made the decision to take it, you plunged it into the backs of your former friends and you’re the one that wanted it so badly.”

“But why choose me? I was so innocent…” Bethany couldn’t believe what she had become.

“I saw the potential. I mean, you made it to the top of the ladder. It’s not my fault either that being second best wasn’t enough for you.”

“I shouldn’t have killed him…”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have.”