They faked Her Death For Months, When I Truly Died, They Went Mad Chapter 02

They faked Her Death For Months, When I Truly Died, They Went Mad Chapter 02

Stranger. 

Two words, and five years between us were made to sound 

like a misunderstanding. 

My father’s face darkened first. 

Rhoslyn, Selene leaves tomorrow. Did it have to be today?” 

She was leaving, so you all decided to fake your deaths?” 

I looked at them. 

And what about me? I was too scared to sleep, and every 

time I closed my eyes, there was the avalanche. You watched 

me swallow pills. You watched me get dragged off rooftops. 

Why didn’t anyone tell me the truth?” 

My mother cut me off impatiently. 

How were we supposed to know you’d react like this? Besides, 

they just wanted a few quiet months. It’s not like they 

actually died. You’ve seen them now, haven’t you?” 

She said it so easily. 

As if the body I’d hurt over and over for four months, the 

nightmares, and the wolf that had been pushed to the edge 

were all just me being dramatic. 

Selene suddenly covered her mouth, tears streaming down. 

“It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t asked them to stay with me, 

Rhoslyn wouldn’t have turned out like this.” 

Wilder handed her a tissue at once. 

“What does this have to do with you?” 

Mistral looked at me coldly. 

If she hadn’t been picking on you since childhood, why 

would we have hidden it from her?” 

Me, picking on her?” 

I laughed in disbelief. 

When Selene forgot her design–contest submission, I ran it to 

her through the rain. When her parents divorced and she 

had nowhere to stay, I begged mine to take her into 

Ashborne Manor. When people spread rumors about her on 

the campus forum, I stayed up sorting evidence to clear her name. 

But to them, I was the bully. 

Cael squared up and shouted, “You’ve always been mean to 

Selene! You frown when she borrows your clothes and when 

she uses your skincare. She just wanted Oren and the others 

with her on her birthday, and you kept calling nonstop.” 

Rhoslyn, you’ve had them for years. Would it kill you to let 

her have this once?” 

No, it wouldn’t have killed me. 

I’d just nearly died ninety–nine times. 

Mistral rested his hand on Selene’s shoulder. 

“We’ve known you for five years. In all that time, everything 

was about you. We comforted you, protected you, and 

everyone revolved around you. Selene only ever asked for this 

one thing. Why couldn’t you give it to her?” 

So that was it. When you were the favored one, even crying 

but in pain was a crime. 

I nodded. 

“Understood. Since I’m so unwanted. I won’t bother you again.” 

turned to leave. 

Oren suddenly grabbed my wrist, right on the wound that 

hadn’t healed. The pain drained the color from my face, and 

my wolf instinctively growled at him. 

But he only frowned and scolded, “You make a scene and run. 

When will you learn to solve problems? Apologize to Selene first.” 

Before I could speak, Cael rushed over and shoved me. 

My lower back slammed into the table edge, and the back of 

my head cracked against the glass wall. White light exploded 

in front of my eyes 

Şelene startled at the noise, grabbed her head, and crouched down. 

“Stop it… my head hurts.” 

In that instant, everyone rushed to her. 

Oren knelt to check her pupils. Wilder carried her to the 

couch. Mistral turned and shouted at me, “Happy now? You 

won’t be satisfied until you’ve made her sick?” 

Warm liquid ran down my neck. 

I touched it. My palm came back red. 

I called the witch in my mind. 

A moment later, her voice came through the mind link, so 

close it felt like she was standing behind me. 

Not dangerous enough. The potion won’t open the way back 

for an injury like this.” 

Guess I really was hard to kill. 

steadied myself against the wall and walked out of the observatory. 

Behind me, my mother was urging Oren, “Take Selene to the 

Pack clinic. She hit her head as a child. We can’t be careless.” 

No one came out to check on me. 

By the time I reached the school gate, I could barely see the road. 

A campus guard saw me stagger and hurried over to catch me. 

“What happened to your head?” 

I opened my mouth. 

“I fell.” 

Then I lost consciousness. 

When I woke, the nurse was sweating with panic. 

“You’re finally awake. Your head injury is serious, and the 

healer recommends surgery right away. We called every 

emergency contact you registered, and none of them can come.” 

She handed me the phone. 

In the call log, Oren said he was studying with a senior healer. 

Wilder said his dessert shop had a supply problem. Mistral 

said I often used injuries to get attention and they shouldn’t 

humor me. My parents told the clinic to contact my advisor. 

I took the consent form myself. 

I’ll sign.” 

The nurse froze. 

You should really have a family member here.” 

‘I don’t have one.” 

My hand shook badly as I wrote my name. 

Not because I was afraid to die. 

But because I’d suddenly realized that after five years in the 

south, there wasn’t a single person willing to sign for me. 

The surgery ended the next afternoon. 

I was practicing walking along the wall when I passed a 

private room at the top of the ward and heard Cael laughing inside. 

The door wasn’t fully shut. 

Selene lay in bed without even an IV line. Oren sat beside her, 

spoon–feeding her oatmeal. Wilder was cutting fruit for her. 

Mistral held her test results, checking again and again that 

she was really fine. 

My parents had brought her fresh clothes, and Cael was 

holding up his phone to show her funny videos. 

Selene had only been startled. 

But none of them had missed a beat. 

And when I was under the knife for brain surgery, they hadn’t 

spared me a single minute. 

I watched through the gap in the door for a long time. 

Oren suddenly asked quietly, “How’s Rhoslyn doing?” 

My heart still gave a pathetic jump, and my wolf raised her head inside me. 

The next second, Mistral sneered. 

“How do you think? The nurse said she signed it herself.” 

“I knew it wasn’t serious.” 

Wilder put a piece of fruit to Selene’s lips. 

“Drop it. She’s a jinx.” 

Selene bit into the fruit, a smile flickering in her eyes. 

This time, I didn’t push the door open. 

I turned, went back to my room, pulled out the IV. and signed 

the early discharge papers.