The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party.She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms.My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again.My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy."Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat."I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.……Ever since I was little, my grandma always told me, "There’s no one better than a mother."But I always felt like she was lying to me.When I was eight, my mom took forever to come pick me up.When we finally got home, I saw her comforting Gwen Lincoln, my twin sister.We looked almost identical, except I had an extra mole beneath my left eye."Mom, who is she?""She’s Kate, your sister from the countryside."Their dissatisfied questioning and cold response left me with a sense of unease. From that moment,
After hearing that, Orion kissed Gwen on the forehead and said, "Gwen, I’ll be the one to give you happiness."My heart ached.He had said those exact words to me once, just as sincerely.Back in college, I had been knocked down, and he was the one who helped me up. That day, his eyes were bright, and all I could see in them was my reflection. He gently stroked my hair with concern."Kate, from now on, I’ll protect you. I’ll be the one to give you happiness."But after he met Gwen, his so-called happiness completely changed.The day I saw the two of them kissing passionately downstairs, he shielded her behind him when he noticed me watching. The lipstick stain on his face and his swollen lips made me sick to my stomach.I fought back the pain and walked toward him, asking why he had done this to me."There's nothing to say to someone like you, just pure disgust." Orion shoved me. He was too lazy to offer an explanation."Kate, we’re the real deal. You’ll give us your blessing,
Later, my mom felt a little guilty and was actually kind to me for a few days. But her kindness only lasted for those few days.……That evening, the engagement party wrapped up perfectly. No one cared whose birthday it was.After the guests left, my dad’s expression immediately darkened and he told Zac to keep calling me. The phone, which had been off, now just went to missed calls.Gwen grabbed Zac’s agitated hand and said, "Let it go, she just doesn’t want to see me. It’s fine."She always knew how to appear so understanding. As expected, my dad’s eyes filled with sympathy. "It’s better that she didn’t come. She was bad luck for her own grandma, so her showing up would’ve just brought more misfortune."She was nothing but trouble from the moment she was born. It would’ve been better to just strangle her."Hearing that, my body trembled, even in my ghostly state. They had no right to mention my grandma.When my mom gave birth to me, she hemorrhaged and almost died on the
"I just want Mom to be safe and healthy."Hearing this, my dad glared at me with pure anger. "What birthday? You're nothing but an eyesore. Get back to your room."He dumped the pasta my mom had made into the trash. I never got to eat it. Later, Gwen purposely came to my room, her words sharp as a poisoned knife."You still want to eat my mom’s pasta? You’re shameless."Why don’t you just die, you cursed wretch?"Furious, I pushed her, and she hit her head against the door.That night, my dad locked me in the basement for the first time, and it marked the beginning of my misfortune.It was so dark. I was too scared to breathe and did not dare call out for my mom. All I could do was pound on the door with all my strength.The nightmares would not leave me. It was as if I could hear the sound of clothes being torn apart. I curled up in pain, calling out for my grandma over and over, begging her to come save me.The fear overwhelmed me.The next time I woke up, I was in the
After the call was hung up, Zac cursed in frustration, calling it bad luck.That voice sent me spiraling into endless fear.……The day before my birthday, I worked frantically to finish my tasks. My mom called, asking me to come home early, saying there was good news.But all I really wanted was to visit my grandma’s grave on my birthday. The small cross necklace she left for me was still at home.Just as I reached the house, I ran into Gwen and Orion."Kate, tomorrow is our birthday, are you coming to celebrate with us?"And guess what, Orion and I are getting engaged on the same day. You have to come, okay?"She leaned into Orion, her smile beaming with pride. It was only then I realized that the "good news" was about her engagement. I ignored her and kept walking."Kate, are you really that bitter about me being happy?" She grabbed my arm tightly. She was not inviting me. She just wanted to rub it in."Fine, let’s see just how happy you can be."Her smile faltered, and
After that, I did not even know where my body was. It was too dark, and even as a spirit, I was too afraid to go there. If Grandma were still here, would she hold me in her arms like she did last time? Crying and telling me, "Grandma’s here, Grandma’s here." No, she could not see me like this. Once was enough. She could not see me like this a second time. Grandma wanted me to live in the light, but I’ve always lived in darkness. Even in death, I remained in the dark.I knew one thing for sure. There would never be anyone in this world who would choose me without hesitation.I had become the child who would never be loved.I clutched my chest, trying to stay calm."Mom, I hate you all."It’s not that you abandoned me. It's that I don’t want you anymore."Being your daughter has been the greatest misfortune of my life."……After the call was cut off, Zac kept complaining about the bad luck.Gwen, feeling guilty, tried to comfort my parents. "Kate’s not a child anymore, y
I had imagined countless times what would happen if they found out I was dead. Would they show even the slightest bit of emotion? But my mom calmly hung up the phone and continued with her tasks.It wasn’t until Zac came rushing in, panicked. "Mom, I got a call. They said Kate’s dead." "That’s a lie. It’s just another one of her tricks," my mom immediately responded.How awful must I have been for her to not even believe I was dead? "It’s true. She’s really dead." Zac grabbed her hand, trying to calm her down.My mom’s face turned pale, and her hands started trembling. I couldn’t tell if it was because she was angry or if she had actually been affected by the news.As they were getting ready to leave, they ran into Gwen at the door. Her face was even more panicked. "I need to go grab something from the basement."My mom grabbed her shaky hand. "Why do you need to go there?" Before Gwen could answer, they pulled her along out the door.A couple of days ago, sh
"Zac, I’m so scared." Gwen could not hold it in anymore and leaned into Zac’s arms. How could she not be scared? She was the one who pushed me into the basement, where I was tortured to death.My mom gave Gwen a long, hard look. She opened her mouth a few times, but nothing came out. It wasn’t until we left the police station that Gwen finally dared to take a few deep breaths.When we got home, my mom began searching through the house. "Where’s her small cross necklace?" After repeated questioning, Gwen nervously avoided eye contact and eventually admitted it had been thrown into the basement long ago.It seemed like my mom finally realized something. Her hurried steps betrayed the calm facade she had been trying to maintain.The basement was truly dark, and even the usual lights were broken. A cold wind swept through, and I could not help but shiver. The small cross necklace lay discarded in the corner. The cross pendant was broken in two, just a few steps away f