The Ex-Best Friend's Cruelty

Victor Hale

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The old man hit the pavement hard. One moment I was walking to meet my best friend, Jessica, for coffee, the next my medical student instincts screamed. "Sarah, stop!" Jessica's grip on my arm was tight, her face a mask of alarm. "Don't get involved," she hissed, warning of scams and pickpockets. Her words, and a past trauma of kindness exploited, made me pause, just for a second. A fatal second. In that life, I listened. I stood by, fear warring with my training, as precious minutes ticked away. Mr. Henderson, the veteran, died before the ambulance arrived. The public fallout was immediate and brutal. Jessica, my best friend, painted me as a cold, heartless medical student in a viral interview, cleverly omitting her own role in dissuading me. "Heartless Med Student Lets Veteran Die." That headline destroyed my life. I was suspended from medical school. My boyfriend left me. My address was leaked, and I received death threats, trapped as a pariah in my own home. Jessica, meanwhile, thrived, becoming a celebrated symbol of civic virtue, funneling donations from a foundation in Mr. Henderson's name into her own pockets. The weight of the world's hatred, Jessica's betrayal, and crushing guilt became too much. I lost everything. My future. My will to live. The last thing I remembered was Jessica's triumphant smile on a talk show. Then, darkness. Until I was ripped from it. My eyes flew open. The scent of hotdogs, a taxi's screech, humid air. I was back. Standing on the same sidewalk, my bag in hand. Twenty feet away, Mr. Henderson was just beginning to crumple to the ground. This wasn't a memory. It was happening again. The thud of his body was the starting gun for my second chance. I didn't waste a second.

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth/Reborn Second chance Personal growth

Chapter 10

01-06 21:14

Introduction

The old man hit the pavement hard.

One moment I was walking to meet my best friend, Jessica, for coffee, the next my medical student instincts screamed.

"Sarah, stop!"

Jessica's grip on my arm was tight, her face a mask of alarm.

"Don't get involved," she hissed, warning of scams and pickpockets.

Her words, and a past trauma of kindness exploited, made me pause, just for a second.

A fatal second.

In that life, I listened.

I stood by, fear warring with my training, as precious minutes ticked away.

Mr. Henderson, the veteran, died before the ambulance arrived.

The public fallout was immediate and brutal.

Jessica, my best friend, painted me as a cold, heartless medical student in a viral interview, cleverly omitting her own role in dissuading me.

"Heartless Med Student Lets Veteran Die."

That headline destroyed my life.

I was suspended from medical school.

My boyfriend left me.

My address was leaked, and I received death threats, trapped as a pariah in my own home.

Jessica, meanwhile, thrived, becoming a celebrated symbol of civic virtue, funneling donations from a foundation in Mr. Henderson's name into her own pockets.

The weight of the world's hatred, Jessica's betrayal, and crushing guilt became too much.

I lost everything.

My future.

My will to live.

The last thing I remembered was Jessica's triumphant smile on a talk show.

Then, darkness.

Until I was ripped from it.

My eyes flew open.

The scent of hotdogs, a taxi's screech, humid air.

I was back.

Standing on the same sidewalk, my bag in hand.

Twenty feet away, Mr. Henderson was just beginning to crumple to the ground.