AT FAULT Jenny Lange
APH.
Atherton-Pryce Hall.
Privilege House.
Stone & Grave.
Brenda T. Trumbull.
That horrendous place.
The place that made my life hell.
The reason I had to ditch the Southern accent.
I wanted out.
Not a new name.
Or a new face.
I just wanted vengeance.
But that bitch Kaitlyn made me change.
I hated her for it.
Especially knowing that I'd killed the wrong girl.
It should have been Nottingham who "drowned."
Not Briana Leigh Covington.
But I had no choice.
It was either be found out or become someone I wasn't.
The answer was obvious.
That's why everyone calls me "Ana Covington."
It was as close to Ariana as I could get.
But the real reason I needed out was 'cause of Reed.
Reed.
Reed Brennan.
The whore who had stolen Thomas Pearson from me.
The whore who took my place in Billings.
The whore who Noelle cared more about.
Noelle.
Noelle Lange.
MY Lange.
I was gonna miss her like hell.
She was always there for me.
Until that Glass-Licker came into the picture.
It was all her fault.
Every mistake I made was because of her.
That slut of a whore.
The one who took everything from me.
I should have killed her years ago.
But now she wouldn't even recognize me.
Auburn and green-eyed.
Instead of the familiar blonde and blue-eyed.
I kill because she makes me kill.
It's because of her I have to.
Sergei.
Melissa.
Briana Leigh.
Well the real Briana Leigh.
Then it was Kaitlyn aka "Lillian Oswald."
She had to come to APH to taunt me.
Make me feel like shit for what I did.
Marinate me in my own shame.
She wanted money.
I gave her death.
She deserved it.
No one except Noelle ordered an Osgood around.
The only problem was Lexa Greene.
She saw me slay the beast.
She couldn't handle it.
She kept telling everyone she couldn't "get it off her hands."
Kaitlyn's blood she meant.
Everyone else thought she was insane.
Palmer.
Soomie.
Maria.
Jasper.
April.
Conrad.
Her parents.
They all did.
I had to pretend she was too.
Ugh.
I loathed reed for making my perfect life imperfect.
She deserved to die.
My lowest point was killing Kiran Hayes.
I didn't want to.
At all.
She was one of my closest friends at Easton.
The one model I actually didn't mind seeing in Vogue.
But she knew too much.
I had to.
Reed made me.
It was all her fault.
That Halloween night would haunt me forever.
Pun intended.
I finally found out that Reed went to Georgetown.
Played soccer.
Just like at Easton.
I followed her for weeks.
Knew where she was every minute of the day.
It was going so well.
Then Lexa just had to go try killing herself.
Too many questions were coming up.
About why we were so close.
I didn't want my secrets out.
But they did.
And Lexa would press me until she got the truth.
And I couldn't have that.
So I ended her.
It was easy.
I just "undid" one of her IV's.
Too easy.
Tears were shed.
Out of my eyes too to conceal the reality.
Just as I though normalcy was back.
Reed shows up.
In the same hospital.
Twenty feet away.
So close yet so far.
I had to end her.
I had to.
Then Dr. Meloni came to APH.
To help students through the "grieving process.
Yeah right.
I knew I was psychotic, but who really cared?
I tried ending Meloni's life, but he stabbed me first.
My blood.
Ariana Osgood's blood.
All over his office floor.
I was on the run.
I stopped back at "my" birthday party.
Got cleaned up.
Left and headed to Georgetown.
I brought me myself and I.
But Reed brought a gun.
I knew that I was over.
Everything I had worked so hard for.
APH.
Stone & Grave President
Jasper's girlfriend.
The one I was gonna flee the country with.
As I heard Reed's harsh words.
I knew I was over.
Dead and gone.
No longer was I Briana Leigh Covington.
I was Ariana Osgood.
Who was gonna be shot.
By the very person who should have been shot years ago.
Reed deserved this.
Not me.
The tables had turned.
Revenge was my middle name.
Nothing stopped me.
Except Noelle Lange back at Easton.
But that didn't count here.
This wasn't how my story was supposed to end.
I breathed my last on that metal gurney.
The one Reed should have breathed.
She was at fault.
Not me.
If she hadn't made me kill the love of my life.
I'd be alive with him at Yale.
Or some other Ivy League university.
The last thing I saw hurt me more than the blast of Reed's gun.
Noelle comforting Reed.
Like she was the victim.
Instead of me.
As I died.
This world was so messed up.
I had a life of Privilege.
But a Beautiful Disaster destroyed it.
I made the Perfect Mistake.
And I retaliated with such Sweet Deceit.
It only led to Pure Sin and havoc.
And before I blacked out for good.
I saw the Cruelest Love imaginable.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
Me.
Ariana Osgood.
Wasn't cut out for this life of Privilege.