I'm my brother's walking blood bank. Mom and Dad keep forcing me to go for blood transfusions to the point that I don't even weigh 80 pounds. Later, my brother's kidney fails. Mom and Dad want to gouge mine out to be transplanted into his body. At the peak of my despair, the thief who sneaks in from the ventilation hood secretly carries me out and helps me escape. He says, "I'm here for you. Don't be scared."
View More"How dare you go to the police about this! Are you trying to destroy our family?" Mom screeched. She glared at me venomously before pouncing at me, trying to hit me. Eason kicked her aside and started pummeling her."Stop!" The police officers broke up the fight. For some reason, the police officer who pulled Eason away didn't seem to use all his strength. This gave him the chance to kick Mom a few more times.Mom's face was pressed against the floor as she sobbed. Dad suddenly fell to his knees and held my hand as tears streamed down his face. "We were only a little nasty to you because we were worried about your brother, Alessa. We know we made a mistake. Come home with us—I guarantee we'll treat you well from now on."You're still young, so you don't understand how we adults think. Your mother and I love you very much, you know? Think about it—your mother cooked every meal you've had since you were born. You wanted to go to school, and we allowed you to do so."He paused to catc
"Can the police help you?" Eason's eyes gleamed with stubbornness. "I don't think there's anything wrong with stealing to make a living! So what if people look down at me? I don't care about that! I'm fine with it as long as you don't look down on me too.""They'll help me this time." I looked at him resolutely. "Will you have faith in me?"The night breeze brushed past us, and the faint glow of the streetlights reflected in his eyes. He grumbled, "…Fine."This time, I didn't need him to carry me anywhere. We got to the police station hand in hand. I took a deep breath and approached the police officer behind the counter. "Hi, I would like to make a police report. My parents want to kill me."The police led Eason and me to a room inside and poured a glass of water for each of us. They asked questions, and I answered. They took my statement, looking grim.Over ten minutes later, my parents arrived. Eason's grip on my hand tightened at the sight of them; I soothed him with a smile
Once again, I realized that my parents only thought of me as a tool. They wanted both my kidneys—wasn't that just going to kill me?However, my heart was no longer affected by these things. I didn't even shed a tear. I nodded and said, "Sure."Dad reached out to rub my head, but I turned away to avoid him. He faltered, but it didn't bother him for long. He turned and left.I didn't want to die—not like this!I had a sudden burst of willpower. I started looking for ways to live.I knew my parents wouldn't take any more blood from me in the next few months because they needed me to be healthy enough for the kidney transplant. I ate my meals regularly, scarfing everything down no matter how horrible the food tasted.I slept early every night, even strolling and jogging around the house. I tried to take more steps each day. At the very least, I wouldn't need Eason to keep carrying me when I made my next escape.Two months passed, and I put on close to ten pounds. I'd even grown tall
"Yeah, I know. I'll run faster," Eason said."You're exhausted; you can't run anymore. Put me down," I said."Shut up! I can still run!""Eason…" I started crying. I touched his face and found it to be wet with tears, too. "They're driving. Put me down.""I don't want to!" he snapped through his tears. "You'll die!"I wiped my tears and tried to smile. "No, I won't. I want to eat a lot more junk food after the surgery. You have to keep bringing them to me."Eason finally ran out of strength and fell to the ground. His legs were trembling. He was only a skinny child. In fact, he was a year younger than me.The car's headlights grew brighter—I knew my parents were getting closer. I gritted my teeth and pushed Eason's back. "You have to bring me candy, fruit tarts, and fried chicken. I'll starve if they catch you. I won't die, okay? It's just one kidney. Leave me here, Eason!"His tears soaked my palm. He'd long since realized the truth, as had I—our escape plan had failed the m
Eason suddenly sped up and started jogging. The cool night breeze blew against our faces, and the moonlight gently enveloped us. I felt like I was taken back to that night in the basement a few months ago. It was also in this darkness that Eason had stayed with me for the two most difficult nights of my life.Now, the light from the torch was replaced by the moonlight, and the stuffy basement had turned into an empty street. The only constant was Eason.I heard him breathing heavily and started laughing. "Run faster, Eason."He snapped, "What do you think I am, a horse?""Giddy-up!" I laughed harder."You're an ungrateful piece of trash! Don't forget you owe me!" Eason started laughing after saying that.After we'd made it past five streets, he put me down and pointed at a nearby food stall. "Have something to eat. My place is still quite far away."He ordered me a dish of liver and onions, saying it would help with my iron deficiency. It tasted nice, so I accepted it without
Mom glanced at me and said impatiently, "I've already told your teacher. You don't need to go to school anymore."With that, they left the house without another glance in my direction. They were probably off to be with August.I returned to my room, fished out a caramel candy from the crack between my bed and the wall, and popped it into my mouth. It was just as sweet as always.I chewed the candy forcefully, one after another, until the bag was empty. But this time, no matter how many candies I ate, my tears wouldn't stop flowing.Outside, the spring air was filled with birdsong and the fragrance of blooming flowers, yet I felt none of its vitality.My parents hadn't drawn my blood this month because they wanted me to recuperate for the kidney transplant.Every day, all I did was eat and sleep. I didn't even have the strength to check the flowerpot by the door.I wondered how the boy who had kept me company in the dark for two nights was doing. I'd probably never see him again.
Eason crossed his arms smugly, and his cheeks flushed. "My hands are really quick. It would be strange if you noticed."After we played around for some time, I was getting tired, but I fought to keep my eyelids from closing."Just sleep if you're tired," he said.I shook my head vigorously. "I can't sleep. I can't. The rats will eat me.""I'm here. No one's going to eat you." Eason pressed my head onto his shoulder. "Go to sleep."Maybe it was the certainty in his voice, but my heart finally settled. I leaned against his shoulder and closed my eyes.I didn't know how much time passed, but I groggily heard a voice in my ear. "Hey, I hear something outside. Your parents are coming. I have to go."Next time they lock you up, just leave a note under the flowerpot outside your door. Don't forget you owe me 400 dollars!"When I woke up, Eason's charming and proud face was no longer there. Instead, it was Mom's expressionless face."Do you realize your mistake now?""Yes." I lowered
I began to speak slowly, telling the story of my past for the first time.At 15, I lived as August's living blood bank.Due to constant blood donations, my growth was severely delayed. I weighed less than 70 pounds, stood barely over five feet, and suffered from severe anemia. The slightest movement could make me faint, and I still hadn't gotten my period.When I walked with my classmates, I looked like a frail elementary school student among a group of graceful young girls. No one would guess we were the same age just by looking at us.I had almost no friends because of my pale, emaciated appearance. I was different from everyone else.Back in middle school, my classmates gave me all sorts of insulting nicknames. They would hide my homework and enjoy watching my expression when the teacher scolded me.But when I entered high school, the new students were kind to me. They said I reminded them of their younger sister. They would hug me, kiss my cheeks, tie pretty ribbons into bows
Seeing the opened vent window behind the teenage boy, I immediately understood he had crawled into the basement from that entry point.Finally, I was no longer alone. I didn't care who showed up—even a thief or a robber—as long as I didn't have to spend two days in the dark alone."I'm not calling the cops!" Tugging his sleeve, I stopped him from leaving. "Don't go!""What are you doing, telling a thief to stay?" He tried to remove his sleeve from my grasp, and it slowly slid away as I had a weaker grip than him."I-I don't care if you're a thief or not. Just don't go. It's too scary down here. P-Please stay by my side," I stammered, "I-I have 46 dollars here. They're all yours. Don't go…"I pulled out a crumpled bill and handed it to him. He frowned at me for a while before snatching it away. "Tsk! Fine. I'll stay with you since you're buying me fried chicken. How long do you want me here for?""Two days.""I can make a few hundred dollars in two days. 46 dollars for two days t
I spaced out at the fried chicken and tart in front of me for over an hour. Finally, I picked up the chicken wing with hesitation. In the end, I couldn't bring myself to eat it.I rose from my seat with a heavy heart. It was time to go home."Wait a minute. Aren't you going to eat that?" A good-looking but shabbily dressed teenage boy stopped me."No."Hearing that, he stuffed the chicken wing into his bag. He mumbled, "Rich kids like you—ordering food and not eating it. How silly! It's such a waste."I opened my mouth but couldn't say a word. I didn't mind him taking the chicken; it was better than throwing it away. But he was wrong—I wasn't rich. It had taken me ages to save up for that 50-dollar meal. Yet, I dared not even savor it.When I got home, the familiar sight of my parents at the dining table greeted me. Tonight's dinner was the same as always—a "nutritious and balanced meal" that, in all honesty, tasted like crap.The meat, its skin bristling with unplucked hairs,
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