Gone on My Sister's Death Anniversary

When my mother arrived at the crime scene, she was stopped outside the police line. Her assistant handed her the camera and began reporting the situation. "A victim was trapped and tried to escape. However, they had likely fallen to their death. We still need to wait for the police to have more details."My mother nodded calmly after hearing her words.As a seasoned journalist, she was used to rushing to the front lines. Thus, she never flinched, no matter how tragic the scene looked. This was also one of the reasons I admired her.Sadly, she didn't know that I was the victim this time.I was desperate, hoping that she would quickly realize this.However, she took out her phone and opened her chat with Angel instead. The second she did, her expression softened. She even smiled as she typed, 'Sweetheart, I might come home late since I'm quite busy today.'I could do nothing but hover in the air, feeling a pang in my heart as I watched her actions.It had been a long time since I

My dad called again around noon. This time, his voice was filled with urgency as he spoke, "I visited Melissa, and she really is missing. I asked the neighbors about her whereabouts, but no one had seen her recently. Do you think something bad might have happened to her?"In the meantime, my mother was in the kitchen brewing tea for Angel. When she heard my dad's words, she snapped, "You're such a fool! Why are you even looking for her? Do you want her to kill more people? Evil people never die. I've wished for her death for years, but she's still alive. So, what could have possibly happened to her?"My dad took a few deep breaths, but his voice was still shaky. "Listen to me. When I went to see her, I saw that she was living in a filthy, rundown basement. The landlord told me she barely managed to pay the rent and often fell behind. "I know you're still angry about what she did, but she has indeed gotten her punishment for these past five years. It feels different this time. No

Soon, my mother and Angel rushed to the police station.Officer John sighed helplessly after going through my mother's phone. "Melissa is only a suspect. We can't confirm she's the killer just from this photo," he said calmly.However, my mother was agitated. "It's definitely her! No one knows her better than I do. She's the murderer you're looking for!"Officer John reassured her until she had calmed down slightly. Then, he changed the subject and asked, "What does she mean by wanting to ride the Ferris wheel with you?"My mother sneered and replied, "Last week, I took Angel to the amusement park and posted about it. She must have seen it and felt jealous. That's why she killed someone to taunt us!"I felt nothing but sadness after hearing her words.Indeed, I was jealous. After all, my mother's posts were filled with every detail of Angel's life, and there were no traces of me. I would always torture myself by scrolling through their photos over and over, hoping that one day I

Officer John fell silent upon hearing her answer before saying, "Come in tomorrow for a report."My mother immediately understood what he was implying and became furious. "Are you seriously suspecting Angel? You must be insane! Angel is such a good kid. Stop making things up to spite me!" Then, she hung up the phone.Then, she opened the comments on her article after venting her anger for a couple of minutes. When she scrolled through all the comments of people hurling insults at me, she smiled in satisfaction and even began humming happily.Then, she bought a bouquet of sunflowers by the roadside and went home. As she pushed open the door, she called out, "Angel, I'm home! Look what I brought for you!"However, there was no response from Angel, who should have come running at the sound of her voice.So, my mother held the bouquet and rushed to Angel's bedroom. Yet, she found no trace of her even after searching the entire house.Soon, my mother panicked and quickly ran outside t

At that moment, my mind went blank.'Not Angel? How could that be possible?' I remembered clearly watching her pinning me down and plunging a knife into my chest with that vicious face that was identical to mine. The pain was etched deep in my heart.However, my mother didn't seem the slightest bit surprised. "It wasn't Angel from the start!" She screamed and hung up the phone before Officer John could finish.The crowd began shoving the police as they chanted for my death. The nearby officers tried to maintain order, demanding that my mother delete her post. However, she refused to do so."My daughter is dead! Why won't you leave her alone even after death?"At this point, I could no longer ignore the exhaustion weighing on my soul.Everyone was rallying for justice for Angel, and no one cared about me. Now that I had no choice but to follow my mother around, I knew that she wouldn't believe me even if I told her the truth.After all, she refused to hear anything that didn't ma