"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
"She’ll only hate me." My mom held the photo tightly to her chest, and finally, the tears came. "I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you. "I just didn’t know how to face you."I clutched my chest, wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, and the pain began to ease. She said she did not hate me, but I knew that she did not love me either. She had Zac move all the lamps out of the house, leaving none behind. Then, with great care, she placed the photo into her bag, keeping it close to her. Mom, didn’t you think it was too late to do this? I did not need those lamps anymore. They could not shine into my heart, and I was still afraid.……When we got home, the first thing my mom did was clear out Gwen’s study and fill it with the lamps. "Dad, look at Mom. What’s wrong with her?"Why bring back a dead person’s stuff? That’s so unlucky." Gwen stood at the door, gripping my dad’s arm tightly."She’s gone. What’s the point of keeping these things?"It’s bad l
Because the price of having a mother was just too high.……When my mom heard the truth, she was completely stunned. She finally understood why I was afraid of the dark and why I had said the same words in the hospital. She had not even thought to get me help and had instead called me an ungrateful brat. Mrs. Walker asked her one final question, "You all called Kate a curse, but who was the one who suffered after following you for all those years?"Who did she ever curse?"My mom just kept crying, saying "I’m sorry" over and over. It was the only thing she could say. She had wronged me, and she had wronged Grandma even more. This belated apology was worthless. It meant nothing to me.After returning home, my mom fell seriously ill. She spent her days clutching my photo, consumed by sorrow. Things weren’t going well for Gwen either.After learning of my death, Orion confronted Gwen, asking, "Why did you push her into the basement?" "You all bullied me! She’s de
The commotion even woke up Zac and Gwen next door."Zac, Kate really is a curse."She’s even driven Mom crazy, and now we have to rely on Dad for a solution." She muttered softly.Zac's expression darkened, but he did not say anything, nor did he disagree.This was my family. They could abandon me when I was born and dig me up after I died.My mom quieted down, no longer causing a scene.She walked into my room and turned on all the lamps. It was truly beautiful.After a while, she turned them all off again, and it was pitch black."Kate, I never realized how terrifying the darkness is."That night, I should’ve gone in further. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have died."Do you hate me?"Is this your way of wanting me to atone?"……Just as the first light of dawn broke, my dad was eager to head to the countryside.He could not stand another day like this.My mom calmly made breakfast. "This whole thing is too embarrassing. Let’s not trouble anyone else."Once we’re done eati
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