She stopped me. Said, "You’re fine. You’re young, not in pain. Probably just your body being weak. Eat more, rest and it’ll sort itself out."
I believed her. Every. Damn. Word. And I kept believing until the day I gave birth in front of my classmates and my whole life fell apart.
After I gave birth in class, everything spiraled.
The school stripped me of my spot in grad school like it was nothing. And just like that, Yolanda took my place like she had been waiting for it.
She didn’t stop there. She took my baby, too. Said I wasn’t in the right state of mind to raise a child. I could barely think straight, let alone fight back. I didn’t even get to hold him for more than a second.
Then after I died, I found out she got everything she ever wanted. She got into grad school. She marched into the Larkin’s house with my child and he agreed to marry her.
She even had the nerve to visit my grave, all dressed up and glowing, holding my son.
"This kid is actually the result of a one-night stand between Mr. Larkin and me," she said, like it was some kind of joke.
"I brought him the baby and he said yes immediately. I'm gonna be Mrs. Larkin next month."
She smiled like she had won a prize. Like my life had just been a stepping stone. "I just wanted to say thank you, Trixie. If you hadn’t helped me become a mother without going through the pain, or handed me your grad school spot, I never would've made it into the Larkin family."
She paused, then added, almost mockingly, "You’re probably wondering how Mr. Larkin and I had a kid growing in your belly, right?"
She tilted her head, grinning. "That locket you wore—that’s how. It transferred my blood and essence into your body. Pretty clever, huh?"
She laughed, then said, "Lesson learned, I hope. Don’t just accept gifts from people."
I swear I almost rose from the dead just to slap her. But then, just like that, I opened my eyes. I was back.
"Yolanda, you’re seriously the sweetest," Xyla said, admiring the locket on my neck. "You got Trixie that blessed locket and brought us snacks? This is too much."
Sylvia giggled. "I want one too!"
My roommates had no idea. None of them knew the locket hanging around my neck was pure evil. A cursed little trap wrapped in a red string.