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Skeletons Next to the Trash Bin
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My parents, the wealthiest couple in the country, were famous philanthropists. I had to ask them for permission if I wanted to spend more than five bucks. The day I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I asked them for 100 dollars, but instead of helping, they yelled at me for three hours. "What kind of disease could you get at your age? If you're going to ask for money, at least come up with a better excuse." "Do you know that 100 dollars could support children in poverty-stricken areas for a long time? Your sister is more sensible than you." I dragged my sick body for miles, back to the small basement I called home. But as I passed the mall, I saw my parents, live on a huge screen, spending a fortune to rent out Disneyland for my sister. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. A hundred dollars wouldn't even cover one round of chemotherapy. I just wanted to buy a new outfit and leave with some dignity.
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"Grace, I'm so sorry! All these years, I've trusted the wrong person and personally sent you to your grave," he sobbed."Lucy, did Grace leave anything behind?" my mother asked."She left a diary. She gave it to me and said to show it to you after she's gone."Inside, it was written, [Today is my birthday. Dad gave me a doll, and I really love it! I'll always keep this doll with me because it's a symbol of my parents' love for me.[Recently, a little girl, Yolana, has come to live with us. Dad told me to be kind to her, and Mom said the same. But no matter how nice I am to her, she hates me. I don't understand why, but I'll do as they say and treat her like my own sister.[Today, Yolana broke Dad's precious antique. She said it was my fault. Dad beat me until my whole body hurt. No matter how much I tried to explain, they wouldn't listen. It makes me so sad.]Each page revealed an overwhelming love for my parents.As they read, tears blurred their vision. Despite being treated s
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Skeletons Next to the Trash Bin Chapter 6
When the video was enlarged, they saw that I was calling my mother, asking if I could borrow 100 dollars."It's all my fault, Grace. I should've believed you, but I didn't... I killed you!" My mother's voice cracked as she wept, her grief overwhelming her to the point where she passed out.My father, trembling with anger and sorrow, asked if the school's security footage near the warehouse could be pulled up. The footage showed me, struggling to stay on my feet, barely dragging myself as I made my way back. But before I could even reach the door, I collapsed hard on the ground, blood pouring from my body. Meanwhile, just a short distance away, Yolana was happily walking hand-in-hand with my father, who was sending her off to school with a smile.If only he had noticed, if only he had looked closer—maybe he could've seen me.The footage continued to the day of my death. They saw Yolana open my door and, without a second thought, throw my lifeless body next to a trash bin.Unable
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Skeletons Next to the Trash Bin Chapter 5
They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner. The mat was stained with blood, a haunting reminder of my final moments. My parents stared at the scene in disbelief, their faces pale and stricken. Outside the door, Yolana called to them, refusing to step inside. "It's too dirty!" she complained, her voice sharp with disgust. "Stop yelling," my father snapped, his patience worn thin. "Do you think your whining works now? We don't have time for you. Get out!" Yolana froze, stunned by their anger. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob, her c
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Skeletons Next to the Trash Bin Chapter 4
When my parents arrived at the hospital, the doctor seemed repulsed by them. "Grace was incredibly strong. Even with such a severe illness, she never cried out in pain in front of us. When it was still early, I told her to start chemotherapy. But she said she couldn't afford it and left without a word." "Chemotherapy? What chemotherapy? Don't talk nonsense. My daughter is perfectly healthy!" My father rushed forward, ready to strike him. The doctor stepped back several paces, his eyes full of disdain. "I've never seen parents like you. Your child has been dead for so long, and you actually didn't know?" My parents went mad, grabbing the doctor's clothes desperately. "Where's Grace? Where is she? You say she's dead, but I don't believe it! My daughter couldn't just vanish like that. You must be lying to me. I'll sue your hospital!" Patients kept walking by, whispering among themselves. "Aren't those Yolana's parents? What are they doing here? Did something happen
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Skeletons Next to the Trash Bin Chapter 3
Yolana smiled, her head held high with an air of superiority. "Alright, let's go inside. She's just a waitress. After the party, my parents will take care of her."Cold water flooded my nose and mouth, and I had no strength left to fight. I could only let my tired body sink to the bottom of the pool. Before I closed my eyes, I could hear my father's voice. "Welcome, everyone, to my precious daughter's birthday party..."...After I died, my spirit lingered at home. I watched my parents talking. "I haven't seen Grace in so long. Her birthday is next month, so let's call her back. She's turning eighteen." "That ungrateful child. She doesn't even answer the phone. She might as well have died out there."I really wanted to tell them I was already dead. I had died on a cold winter night. I would never see my eighteenth birthday. I remembered when I was little, before our family became as wealthy as it was now. My father bought me a limited edition doll, just because I sai
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Skeletons Next to the Trash Bin Chapter 2
Just then, I saw Yolana's extravagant birthday party on the massive screen across from me in the mall.She stood in front of a towering cake, over six feet tall, wearing a luxurious gown studded with rhinestones, eyes closed as she made a wish."My wish is that my parents and I can always be together, and that all the sick children in the world recover quickly."A round of applause erupted from the crowd below. Gifts piled up from the room all the way to the doorway.My father raised his hand in a grand gesture. "I'm donating 10 million to sick children in my daughter's name!"The applause grew louder, and the crowd cheered for my father and Yolana.The three of them stood there, so happy together.Tears finally welled up in my eyes.The spectators crowded around the mall, creating a sea of people."One of these days, I'll make sure to take my child to thank Ms. Bowen. If it weren't for her donation, my child would have passed away long ago!""Absolutely. We'll spend a lifeti
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Skeletons Next to the Trash Bin Chapter 1
I was diagnosed with terminal cancer and wanted to ask my wealthy parents for 100 dollars to buy a burial suit, but they scolded me for three hours. "Do you know that 100 dollars could support children in poverty-stricken areas for a long time? How did I end up with such a wasteful child?" "How could you possibly have cancer, being so pampered your whole life? If you're really sick, go ahead and die. Prove to me that you're sick!" I sat hopelessly outside the hospital, feeling the two coins left in my pocket—just enough for the bus home. I hadn't eaten a full meal in days, yet my real parents were spending a fortune to spoil my sister, renting out Disneyland just for her. Meanwhile, they left me in a cold, remote basement, calling it "tough love". Back in the basement, I held my only possession, a doll that had been mine since childhood, and I swore I would never go back home. Just as I was dozing off, my father called. I shakily answered, only to hear his furious voic
Last Updated : 2024-12-04
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I was diagnosed with terminal cancer and wanted to ask my wealthy parents for 100 dollars to buy a burial suit, but they scolded me for three hours. "Do you know that 100 dollars could support children in poverty-stricken areas for a long time? How did I end up with such a wasteful child?" "How could you possibly have cancer, being so pampered your whole life? If you're really sick, go ahead and die. Prove to me that you're sick!" I sat hopelessly outside the hospital, feeling the two coins left in my pocket—just enough for the bus home. I hadn't eaten a full meal in days, yet my real parents were spending a fortune to spoil my sister, renting out Disneyland just for her. Meanwhile, they left me in a cold, remote basement, calling it "tough love". Back in the basement, I held my only possession, a doll that had been mine since childhood, and I swore I would never go back home. Just as I was dozing off, my father called. I shakily answered, only to hear his furious voic
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