Roslyn

"Get out of my room!" I spit, noticing that Jackie followed me home. I fight to rip off my costume, wanting to stop pretending I am something that I am not.

Right now, all I am is pissed.

"Please tell me what I can do to make it up to you Roslyn. Please. Help me understand." She begs, getting down on her knees and clinging to my body.

I push her hands off of me. "Help you understand?!" I scoff. "Why don't you help me understand! I only asked one thing before I died. One thing from you guys. And you directly went against my one wish. How could you do that to me and just simply not care afterwords?"

"I thought I was doing what was right for you."

"I told James I didn't want to die! And I made it ridiculously clear about a million times that I didn't want to be like you guys! I understand that you thought you did what was best for me but you clearly don't know me at all. That was the last thing I wanted from either of you."

"I didn't know." Jackie says with no emotion.

"How could you not know, Jackie?" I ask, shocked that she can say that and actually believe it. "I told you about the baby and my concerns and you said you understood them. I cried to you night after night because I had dreams that this would happen to me. I begged you guys to never let anything happen to me. I told you I was scared. How could you not know?"

Jackie is unbelievable. I do not believe that she says did not know. I think she is lying. To me and to herself. There is no way she didn't know.

"I didn't know. But in that moment, that split second that I saw you lying there, I wasn't thinking about anything. All I knew is that I couldn't let you die."

"Yes, you could have. Very easily actually. I was already dead. Anyone else would have just carried my body home to my parents or something." I shrug and begin pacing my room. "Anyone else would have honored my wishes. That's what real friends do."

Jackie stands. "You know what Roslyn?" She asks rhetorically. "I'm not anyone else. I have abilities. And one of those abilities would give me the opportunity to not make your parents pay for your funeral, to not make them call all of your relatives and friends just to tell them you've been killed, to not make all of them grieve for you." She steps closer. "I had the ability to reverse your death and keep everyone happy. So that is what I did. I couldn't just sit there and watch you die when I knew I could do something about it. I did what I had to do. I stepped in when James refused to. That's what real friends do!"

"James was honoring my wishes. So, that's what real friends do, Jackie. Real friends listen." I sigh. "And no, you didn't keep everyone happy. You forgot about the most important person in this situation. You didn't keep me happy."

Author's note: who do you side with? Jackie or Roslyn.

What would you have done if you were Jackie and you saw your best friend dying before your eyes. Would you take the chance to save their live? Or would you let them die because that is what they wanted?

Also, I'm sorry I'm so bad at updating this story. I have so much free time sometimes that I write and I write and I write and then for weeks it seems like I have no time to breathe and I forget about writing at all.

Thank you for being patient with me.