When I was fifteen, I found Elizabeth barely alive by the river during a trip.I rushed her to the hospital, but after she woke up, she told me she had nowhere to go.Feeling sorry for her, I brought her home.At first, she was so sweet and well-mannered, quickly winning everyone over, including my brother.But the night before my SATs, she snuck into my room and burned my ID card.When I confronted her, she set her own hand on fire, a faint smile on her face.I stood there. I was so confused. That was when my brother suddenly stormed in, shoving me to the floor. “Naomi, what the hell are you doing?”He shouted at me without listening to a word I said. Then he walked off with Elizabeth sobbing in his arms.I froze while watching him disappear from my sight until I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.It was not until then that I realized I had sprained it.From then on, my brother who had always doted on me turned into someone I did not recognize. “Whatever I do, it’s always wrong
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