If it was my sister being bullied, Mom and Dad would have believed her right away and fought for her without a second thought. However, it did not matter anymore. In my next life, I would pick parents who really cared about me.
View More"Nessa, I'm here to see you again. I finally convinced the other parents to testify together. I won't let that monster get away with it.""Nessa, tomorrow is the day of the trial. The lawyer says that the monster won't escape. I'll bring you the judgment tomorrow, but you need to wake up to see it, okay?"I did not wake up.I watched as my body slowly faded away.My heartbeat turned into a flat line.…Jasmine’s story.My name was Jasmine Chavez.It was not until I saw that video that I realized how utterly wrong I had been.I must avenge my daughter.The hospital announced that Nessa was dead.She never even got to experience a mother's love.The morgue was so terrifying, so cold. Nessa must have been so lonely, all alone.I would kill these people.Tomorrow I would personally send that monster off.With a knife in hand, I waited in the rehearsal room's back corner.She fell, lifeless, in a pool of blood.…I was charged with deliberate murder.My husband, the good
Dad scoffed, "Get revenge? My daughter's in this kind of situation, and it's my reputation that's on the line. I don't want people gossiping behind my back!"When it came to my sister, who brought him pride, Dad would do anything to please her. However, as for me, who brought him shame, he kept his distance like I was a snake.…I followed Mom to Gina's house, and she saw evidence of my torment.For the first time, I saw regret in her eyes.She broke down, frantically questioning why she had done this.Gina sat across from Mom. Her eyes were filled with mockery, disgustingly taunting her."With a great mom like you, what does it matter if I taught her a lesson? You still wouldn't believe her, would you?"Gina did not finish her sentence and shoved Mom out the door.Mom was stripped of her last shred of dignity. She was angry and hopeless.She kept repeating that she had been wrong, letting tears stream down her face without care.She stood by the door for a long time, glarin
After that, Dad lowered his head in shame.He did not apologize for being wrong. He just shifted the blame. Truly, his obsession with saving face was ridiculous.It was absurd, really.Mom scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain: "Do you believe everything she writes in her diary? That brat's a master at lying."I could not help but envy Celia. Even though she bullied me, she dared to turn things around on me, and her parents would show up at school to back her up.That must be the kind of confidence that came from having unconditional trust from your parents.Just then, Celia's dad appeared outside the hospital room.Dad went out, feeling irritated, telling him not to come again. He took Mom and left the hospital.…On the fifth day.Dad entered the room first, followed by Mom, who hesitated and sat down forcefully, saying, "Is all this reading really going to help? If it's not, then maybe we should just stop."Dad did not respond to her. He was engrossed in reading the di
Mr. Harrison looked awkward but still tried to step in, attempting to calm my mother down."I'm raising my own child. Who the hell are you to stop me?"Mr. Harrison's hand hovered mid-air, clearly caught off guard, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at me.The curious, judgmental gazes of my classmates bore into me.Then, something inside me snapped. I could not take it anymore.…I almost shouted."It's always Jenny, always Jenny! I'm not Jenny! Ballet was what she loved! Pink was what she loved! This school is the one she went to! Even my birthday feels like it's hers! None of this is what I wanted! You only care about Jenny. You never asked if I liked any of this! Everything she loved, everything that was hers, you shoved it all onto me! Jenny was your child. Why can't I be your child too?! I love painting! I want to paint! If Jenny was so perfect, why did you even have me?!"I ran out, ignoring the shocked stares and the curses from behind.I ran straight to Grandma's
Mom smirked after she finished speaking, looking entirely pleased with herself, showing no remorse for how she had treated me back then. From that point on, I stopped expecting her love. Instead, I learned to play the game. I smile and nod on the outside while keeping my true feelings hidden on the inside.…As Dad listened to Mom's words, his brow furrowed deeper as he spoke with a heavy heart. "Jasmine, I know you're still haunted by Jenny's death, but Nessa isn't Jenny. It's been over ten years. It's time to move on. Look at you, I almost don't recognize you anymore. Nessa is our daughter too. Yes, she may not be like Jenny, but one day, we'll be old, and we'll need her to take care of us. If you keep treating her like this, don't you think she might resent us later?"When he mentioned my sister's name, the expression on Mom's face seemed to soften just a little, but she quickly regained her hard, resolute stance. "Jenny promised she would always be my child. Two months
September 27, 2013Mom did not lock Jenny’s room today, and I finally had the chance to go inside.Jenny’s room, like mine, was decorated in pink.Everything was neat. There was not a speck of dust on the desk. In the corner, there was a beautiful ballet dress hanging on a mannequin. The widest wall was covered with certificates and awards.Several trophies of all sizes were on the desk, stacked with piles of honor certificates. Jenny was amazing. She had so many accolades, while I never received anything like that.There were also many framed photos on the desk, carefully arranged. Some were of Jenny, some with her and Mom, some with her and Dad, and some with all three of them together. They were all smiling brightly. They had never smiled at me that way.I did not have any solo photos or family pictures like that.Just as I was lost in thought, Mom suddenly came back.She saw me in Jenny’s room.…She stormed into the room, her voice raw with fury as she shouted
The boy pointed to a man in the distance, and the stranger immediately let me go and ran off in a hurry.The boy told me not to be scared and asked why I was not home yet. I then told him everything.He comforted me, "You did great on the test. I'm sure your parents are worried sick about you being out so late. And even if they love your sister more, that doesn't mean they don't love you at all. They're just not good at showing it. Don't worry, I'll walk you home."After listening to the boy's words, a flicker of hope lit up inside me. How could they not love me at all, right?The boy walked me to my doorstep, and I felt unease and anticipation.…As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Mom standing there.When she saw me being brought home, her face was full of worry as she pulled me into a tight embrace."Nessa, where have you been? I've been so worried!"Was this a dream? Could it be that Mom did care about me? The boy was right. Mom still loved me.Tears welled up in my eyes,
It hurt.I was floating in the air, looking down at myself lying on the hospital bed. Tubes were inserted all over my body.My heartbeat was faint, and my face was pale. My parents were standing by the bed, looking exhausted.My mom started to complain, "Just a few words could make her jump out of the window. I didn't even say anything wrong. How could she ever measure up to Jenny?"Yes, I had never been able to compare to my elder sister. I could not even manage to die properly. I was only wasting medical resources.My dad lowered his voice and stopped her. "Enough. Stop talking like that. The child is in this state, and you're still complaining?! We've already lost Jenny. Do you want to lose Nessa, too? We're getting old. Having another child would be difficult now. You wouldn't want to grow old with no one to care for you, would you?"So, was I only a replacement and a tool for their old age?They refused to believe me when I told them. Perhaps it would be better if
It hurt.I was floating in the air, looking down at myself lying on the hospital bed. Tubes were inserted all over my body.My heartbeat was faint, and my face was pale. My parents were standing by the bed, looking exhausted.My mom started to complain, "Just a few words could make her jump out of the window. I didn't even say anything wrong. How could she ever measure up to Jenny?"Yes, I had never been able to compare to my elder sister. I could not even manage to die properly. I was only wasting medical resources.My dad lowered his voice and stopped her. "Enough. Stop talking like that. The child is in this state, and you're still complaining?! We've already lost Jenny. Do you want to lose Nessa, too? We're getting old. Having another child would be difficult now. You wouldn't want to grow old with no one to care for you, would you?"So, was I only a replacement and a tool for their old age?They refused to believe me when I told them. Perhaps it would be better if
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