I was killed by online harassment. My best friend’s parents accused me online of being the reason for her death. Soon after, I was stabbed multiple times by a radical stranger. It was only after becoming a wandering soul that I discovered she wasn’t dead at all. When she heard about my death, her response was a casual, “What does that have to do with me?” Fueled by hatred, I’ve been reborn. This time, it’s their turn to experience what it’s like to be harassed to death by the internet. “Amanda! If my parents come looking for you, make sure to tell them you don’t know anything, okay? Otherwise, they won’t let me go to Eldoria!” My best friend, Grace, clung to my arm, shaking it back and forth. Her wide, innocent eyes blinked up at me, but I no longer felt any softness toward her. I rejected her coldly. “Don’t tell me about it. Your business isn’t mine to handle.” Zoe, however, mistook my silence for agreement. “MUA! I knew you were the best, Amanda! I’ll bring you gifts when I get back from Eldoria!” With that, she ran off, leaving me standing there. I calmly took out my phone and saved the recording. Luckily, because of my job, my phone’s shortcut key was always set to record conversations. The moment I realized I’d been reborn, I had pressed the record button. Now, I opened the chat with Zoe’s mom and sent her the audio file directly. Let’s see if you’ll keep blaming me for encouraging your daughter to go to Eldoria now!
But I underestimated just how shameless the Moore family could be. Not long after sending the recording, I received a message from Mrs. Moore herself. “Amanda, you’re Zoe’s best friend. How could you not try to stop her? Saying it’s none of your business—do you even consider her your friend?” Reading that message made my blood boil. I wanted to lash out, but I bit my tongue. Because I knew that anything I said now could and would be used against me later. This time, I wouldn’t let them twist my words. “Mrs. Moore,” I replied sweetly, “Zoe is an adult now. She’s always said that you’re too controlling and doesn’t want to tell you too much about her plans. But because I’m her friend, I recorded this for you. After all, you’re her mother. As an outsider, there’s only so much I can do.” I smiled as I hit send, waiting for her response. In Mrs. Moore’s eyes, Zoe was the perfect, obedient daughter. I wondered how she’d react to hearing her “perfect child” complain about her being controlling. Sure enough, Mrs. Moore sent back a long voice message almost immediately. When I played it, all I heard was her furious ranting: “Amanda Walker, what are you trying to say? My Zoe would never talk behind my back! I bet you’re the one leading her astray!” Feigning innocence, I replied: “Mrs. Moore, I don’t know why you’re upset with me, but shouldn’t your priority be stopping Zoe from going to Eldoria? You care about her safety more than I do, don’t you?” That shut her up. She didn’t reply again. But soon after, I got a message from Zoe herself.
“Amanda Walker! Did I tell you to cover for me or not?! What the hell is wrong with you, running to snitch?! I’m warning you—stay out of my business!” “God, you’re so annoying. You little snitch! Don’t ever contact me again!” Grace—the girl who played the perfect angel in front of her mom—was nothing more than a foul-mouthed brat in reality. Of course, she never showed me this side of her before. To her, I was just the perfect scapegoat to shield her from her mom’s wrath. Smiling, I typed out a fake apology: “I was just worried about you…” As expected, her response was instant—a red exclamation mark. Zoe had blocked me. That was another one of her signature moves—blocking people at the slightest inconvenience. I took a screenshot of the conversation and sent it to Mrs. Moore. “Mrs. Moore,” I wrote, “I tried my best. I’ve done everything I could, but Zoe cursed me out and blocked me. I guess our friendship ends here. From now on, I won’t interfere in her life anymore…” And just like that, I painted myself as the innocent victim. A good friend who tried to help, only to be met with insults and rejection. Who wouldn’t feel sorry for me after seeing this? But I wasn’t done yet. I posted the screenshots of our conversation on a short video platform, along with the caption: “My best friend is planning to meet up with a stranger she barely knows in Eldoria. I tried to warn her, but she called me a snitch and cursed me out. Was I really in the wrong?” After posting, I turned off my phone and went outside. If Zoe and her family loved using public opinion as a weapon, then let’s see who the internet sides with this time. 4. I don’t know how Grace managed it, but she still ended up going to Eldoria. And I only found out because news of her “death” quickly made its way back home. Just like in my previous life, her parents wasted no time stirring up chaos. Within three days, my phone was flooded with threatening messages and constant harassing calls. Boxes began appearing at my front door—each filled with gruesome and horrifying items meant to scare me. And the walls of my house? Covered in red spray paint. “Best friend killer!” “Rot in hell, homewrecker!” “Blood for blood!” “Justice for Grace!” I stared coldly at the graffiti on my walls, a faint smile tugging at my lips. The methods they used to intimidate me were exactly the same as last time. Shortly after news of Zoe’s death broke, Mrs. Moore launched a livestream, tearfully airing her grievances to the public. Conveniently, she also “accidentally” revealed my contact information. In my first life, I’d been foolish enough to believe it was my fault for not stopping Zoe from going to Eldoria. Overwhelmed by guilt and crushed by the mounting online harassment, I gave in and agreed to pay a massive settlement when everyone started blaming me for her death. The relentless cyberbullying even scared my parents into a hospital stay. They didn’t make it much longer after that. But this time… The first thing I did after being reborn was send my parents abroad. I entrusted them to my cousin, who would take care of them. With them out of harm’s way, I had no more weaknesses. If the Moore family wanted to play games, I’d gladly oblige. 5. Grace’s story spread like wildfire online. It didn’t take me long to find Mrs. Moore’s livestream. I clicked in and was immediately met with her tear-filled voice: “My Zoe was such a sweet, obedient girl. She was so naive because we protected her too well, and that’s why she couldn’t see through bad influences…” “She had this friend who was always dragging her out to party. Once, she even tried to take her to a bar in the middle of the night!” Oh, I remember that night clearly. Zoe had gotten drunk and called me to pick her up. Somehow, Mrs. Moore had found out where she was, and when I arrived to get her, she caught me red-handed. The next day, Zoe acted like nothing had happened. I asked her why her mom wasn’t mad, but she just giggled and said it was a secret. I didn’t think much of it at the time. Turns out, she’d pinned the blame on me. I hit the screen recording button and kept listening to Mrs. Moore’s livestream. The more I heard, the more I realized how blind I’d been in my last life. Why did I ever think Grace was some innocent, naive girl? As it turned out, the reason her parents had targeted me so viciously in my previous life was because Zoe had spent years using me as her shield, spinning lie after lie. For example, Mrs. Moore claimed I often got scared and made Zoe stay over at my place. Now I understood—those nights were when Zoe was sneaking off to hotels with her boyfriend. I remembered being surprised before when Zoe told me her mom had allowed her to stay out all night. Turns out, she was lying the whole time. Then there was the claim that I frequently dragged her off on vacations. What utter nonsense! I was swamped with work and never had time for a vacation. I’d even seen her post photos from those trips on her social media. She was with her boyfriend in every single one. And how did she get away with it? By lying to her parents, saying she was with me. “And now… maybe it was that same friend who convinced her to go. But in the end, all we got back was Zoe’s body,” Mrs. Moore wept during her stream. The moment those words left her mouth, the livestream chat exploded.
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