- 2.
“You ruined my life, you bitch! How dare you
even exist? Just die!”
The first thing I saw was Ashley picking up a
frying pan full of hot oil, ready to throw it at
- me.
I ducked, barely avoiding it, but she lost her
balance and fell, sobbing hysterically.
My parents, hearing the commotion, ran in
and immediately wrapped her in their arms,
trying to soothe her.
That’s when I knew I was really out of that
nightmare.
I had a second chance, back to the day
く
Ashley came home!
Before, my birthday had been the day my
long–lost sister came back.
She was all messed up and traumatized, and
she thought I was one of the people who had
hurt her.
Ashley would lose it all the time, making
scenes wherever we were.
She’d yell, hit, throw things.
A few times, she even snuck into my room
with scissors, threatening to cut my face to
get revenge.
It was exhausting.
But everyone around me told me to be
patient.
“She’s sick, honey. She doesn’t mean it. Just
let it go.”
And so, Ashley got all the attention.
When she found out I was going to Stanford,
she cried, “If I hadn’t been kidnapped, would I
be that smart too?”
My brother, who used to adore me, burned
my acceptance letter to make her feel better.
When she heard about my wedding, she acted
all suicidal, saying she didn’t deserve
happiness.
My parents canceled the whole thing without
a second thought.
When Justin’s parents got angry, they just
said I was being “immature” and “having a
pre–wedding freakout.”
I got dumped and everyone made fun of me.
From the moment Ashley came home, my life
became a living hell.
I understood that she had been through
something terrible.
But what had I done wrong?
Ashley threw tantrums whenever she was
upset, making everyone walk on eggshells.
Soon, I was the one everyone blamed.
“Ashley’s a mess, and you’re only thinking
about yourself? Have you no heart?”
“You’re supposed to be sisters! Show some
empathy, you cold–hearted bitch!”
Even Justin, who I thought loved me, took her
side.
“Ashley’s been through so much that anyone
would feel sorry for her, Lilly. What about
you?”
He’d frown, “I thought you were a better
person than this. I can’t believe you treat your
own sister so badly.”
I’ll never forget that rainy night.
Ashley freaked out during a thunderstorm and
ran into my room.
She stabbed me, over and over again.
I fell to the floor, and Justin heard the noise.
He didn’t hesitate. He ran straight to Ashley,
holding her tight.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here…”
Seeing them together, I felt like my heart was
being ripped out.
The pain was unbearable.
I reached out to Justin, begging for help.
Please, after all these years…
I didn’t want to die!
But he just glared at me, “Why would Ashley
suddenly snap? You must have done
something!”
“She’s been through so much, how can you
hurt her like this?”
That night, I died alone, bleeding out on the
floor.
My spirit floated above, watching as Ashley
snuggled into Justin’s arms and smirked at
my dead body.
Turns out, Ashley wasn’t even kidnapped!
She had run away with some guy and made
up the whole story to get attention!
And she wasn’t even mentally ill! It was all an
act!
She was just jealous of me and wanted to
destroy my life!
Full of hate, I opened my eyes again on the
day Ashley came home.
