Surviving the plot

"Father, please! I'm sorry, don't let them kill me, please!" She clutched her father's leg, trying to get the man to listen to her pleas, but he just shoved her away. "Silence! Were you so jealous of your sister that you decided to kill her?"

"Please, Father, I swear I didn't poison her; it wasn't me!" She cried out to her father, kneeling on the floor, begging him to believe her, but he just glared at the poor girl even harder.

She turned to her brother, who stood beside her father, his face stone cold, and his eyes shone with hatred, but that wasn't right. She's his sister, so he'll definitely help her. Right? She got up from her knees and ran for her brother, gripping his shirt tightly in her hands while tears ran down her face. "Brother, I didn't do anything, please believe me."

Not a word came out of his mouth; he only raised his hand and slapped her across the face, making her fall back down to her knees. "I've had enough of your lies, Avynn! Guards, take her away!"

No, please, Derek! Father!" Her arms were grabbed, and she was dragged to the deepest part of the house, kicking and screaming her innocence. She was dragged to the deepest part of the house, where they kept criminals, and was shoved into a cell without care.

She needed to escape; she needed to prove her innocence before they executed her.

"Avynn?" She flinched at the soft voice that came from the bars in front of her before scrambling to the owner. "Sister? Sister, is that you?! Please help me! You know I didn't do it, right? I'm innocent!"

Her sister stared at her intensely before placing a hand on her cheek and rubbing it tenderly. "Of course, I know you didn't do it."

A smile broke out on her face. Of course, her sister would believe her; her sister was the sweetest person ever.

"Then can you please tell Father I didn't do it? If it's you, then Father will surely listen!"

"Oh, silly little Avynn, don't you get it?"

"Huh, what are you-"

"Just use your silly little brain for once. The poison was found in your room, and the last person to enter was my maid. And the fact that it was the tea you gave me that was poisoned. Doesn't it seem weird to you?"

"I don't get it; what are you trying to say?"

"Oh, poor you, you still don't get it, don't you? Fine, I'll spell it out for you, since I'm such a good sister." She placed her hand on her pitiful sister's cheek and gave her a condescending smile. "This-everything that just happened-was all my doing."

"What?"

"Why, you ask? Well, it's because you don't deserve to be here, of course."

She watched how the emotions on poor Avynn's face seemed to come together to create a perfect harmony of rage and sadness.

"After all, I'm supposed to be the only daughter of the house, not you."

She watched as her eyes filled with hatred and sadness before walking away with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Sister, no, don't do this to me. No! Annabeth!!"

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Urgh, why was she remembering that trashy novel she read as a kid at a time like this? Was it because they were somehow alike, wanting the love of their parent and everyone around them, only to be killed by the same people whose love they wanted?

She let out a bitter laugh as she stared at the starry sky, bleeding out from a stab wound her brother gave her. She had been working multiple shifts just so she could pay for her studies and get her degree in engineering, but no, her selfish family had to ruin it for her.

They had gotten into an argument about her own money, and before she knew it, she had been stabbed through the abdomen while her brother left her to die on the cold street floor.

Tears gathered in her eyes as drops of rain began to fall, washing...

"Well, at least I'll finally be happy in heaven."

She closed her eyes one final time, breathing her final breath, happy that she could now finally find peace.

At least, that was what she thought. Someone should tell her why on earth she was still alive, why she was breathing, and where the hell was she?

She looked around the room she was in. Was she kidnapped by a historically loving rich person?

In front of the bed was a mirror, and... silver? She had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming, but even after blinking, the silver wouldn't go away.

She had silver hair that cascaded down her body like a curtain, her skin was as white as snow, and her pink eyes looked like they were carved out of a precious stone. She was beautiful.

She kept admiring the beauty of the body when a knock on the door broke her out of her trance.

"Miss Avynn, are you awake?"

Avynn-where had she heard that name before? She suddenly remembered where she had heard the name from: "I've had enough of your lies, Avynn!"

Oh, she was that Avynn, a minor villainess bound to suffer a pitiful life and die an even more pitiful death.

She let out a weak laugh, cursing her luck and the cruel gods who decided to play this prank on her. Even when tempted by this beauty, she would not falter. She didn't die in her own hell just to be sent to another one.

She looked around the room, searching for something she could kill herself with. It didn't take her long before spotting a knife on a tray next to a bunch of rotting fruits.

She grabbed the knife, ignoring the fruits, before slitting her throat. Finally, peace and quiet.

She smiled one last time as her eyes weakened and closed, just for them to open again, and she was still in that same bed.

Huh? Huh!??