Chapter 3

OK?!

What the fuck does "OK" mean?!

Did he mistake this for his work group chat or something?

My finger twitched slightly. I was about to send a private message to Dad begging for help.

Then I suddenly remembered that after being driven to the old house, Dad had deleted me from his SnapChat in a fit of anger.

I sighed and was about to leave the group chat.

Then I saw new messages pop up.

[Lily: Third sister, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have suggested going out to play... We'll come see you when we get back, okay? @Second Brother]

[Second Brother: Go see her my ass. She's just playing the victim again. How many times has she tricked us?]

[Second Brother: Aria, can you not act for one day without dying?]

[Second Brother: Just because we took Lily out to play without you, you have to throw a fit like a mad dog?]

[Second Brother: If you want to die then hurry up and die. Stop bothering us.]

My heart suddenly clenched.

Although I knew my family all hated me, seeing this scene still made my heart ache unbearably.

It seemed to hurt even more than the paraquat.

I smiled bitterly.

I took a selfie and privately sent my medical records to Samuel.

"I'm not trying to bother you on purpose. I really am about to die."

There was no response from the other end.

I laughed self-mockingly.

You clearly knew they all abandoned you long ago. Why are you still desperately trying to get close to them?

Aria, are you a masochist?

Lily and I are twins, the fraternal kind.

But after birth, my little sister was very frail.

Thanks to her resemblance to Mom, she was extremely doted on at home.

Even though the doctors said it was normal for one twin to be born weak,

Mom still blamed my sister's frailty on me, saying I stole her nutrients.

So my childhood was always filled with neglect and blame.

When my sister got sick, it was my fault for not taking good care of her.

When my sister fell, it was my fault for not being there to catch her.

Even when my sister got bad grades, it was my fault for maliciously stealing her nutrients in the womb.

For so many years, I carefully tried to please my family.

I wanted them to look at me, to smile at me.

I wanted them to pat my head the way they did with my sister.

But no matter what, they just favored the sickly Lily more.

They even took my efforts as jealousy towards Lily and deliberate attention-seeking.

Until the day I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, when I vomited blood at home.

They anxiously took me to the hospital, only to find nothing wrong with my stomach.

[You think it's fun to trick us, don't you! Aria, you're absolutely ridiculous!]

[Because you're jealous of Lily, you'd even make up lies about having cancer. Aren't you afraid of shortening your own life!]

[I can't control you anymore. Tomorrow you're going back to live in the old house. I don't want to hear any more of your lies!]

Well, they certainly kept their word.

The next day they drove me to the old house and never cared about me again.

That was fine. I had no plans to go back home anyway.

I wouldn't "bully" their precious Lily anymore.

I didn't want this family either.