My five-year-old brother, Oliver Leander, sneaked over, stuffed a candy into my hand and touched my face with his little hands.
"Hey, Olivia, do you feel pain?"
"I'll give you a whoosh ...."
Oliver blew on me, trying to make me feel better.
"Oliver, don't bother with your sister! She's just a useless person!"
Hearing our mother curse, the little boy had no choice but to walk away in grievance.
Since I was a child, the word "useless" and "loser" had always followed me.
My mother was a kind and loving mother outside, but a cold demon at home.
I was bullied by a classmate, but instead of helping me, she asked me to apologize to the bully.
I attempted suicide due to depression, but she said I was acting.
I took a leave of absence from campus to recuperate at home, but she said she would bring bad luck to my younger brother.
My parents advised me to go to campus, but I refused.
The dean and the head of department also came to persuade me to go to campus, but I refused.
Now, my mother called my three uncles over. They said I was being pretentious and insisted on giving me a severe lesson.
Everyone came to force me, but no one asked me why I committed suicide and why I came to this point today.
The bullies broke two of my ribs and they still hurt. Now that I was hung upside down, the pain in my chest was even worse.
I was not afraid of death, I just did not want to die so painfully, could they let me die quickly?
Suddenly my eyes went dark and I could not see anything at all.
A suffocating feeling came towards me.
I suddenly felt a bit scared.
What I feared was not that the countdown of my life was approaching, but that when the final end came, I had never truly lived up to myself.
"It's been ten hours, that's enough!"
My father felt so worried and he saw that something was wrong with my face.
"No! This is just the beginning! Don't be soft-hearted on her, Richard!"
My uncles were opposing when suddenly my grandfather called.
"What? Mom fell from the third floor?"
"We're rushing over now."
My grandmother had an accident and they were in a rush to go out.
"Put Olivia down. She can take care of Oliver. We will deal with her when we come back!"
My mother gave the order and my father quickly rescued me.
"Olivia, you take care of your brother for dinner and shower and put him to sleep, do you hear me?"
It took me a long time to breathe normally again.
"Can you ... leave one person behind? I can't see anymore ...."
Her expression suddenly changed.
"Why are you pretending to be blind! If you can't see with your eyes, why didn't you say you were dying?"
Darlene got so angry that she came up and kicked me hard twice.
My sternum, which had not yet healed, broke again and I suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Richard's expression suddenly changed and he looked nervous and uneasy.
"Why are you vomiting blood? Let me ... take you to the hospital!"
Darlene pushed him away and stared at me fiercely.
"What do you mean by deliberately not hiding? Are you trying to frame my family for domestic violence? Do you want me to bear such a bad name?"
"Don't think you can run away just because you pretended to spit out blood. Stay at home and don't go anywhere!"
"Mop the floor clean! It looks so dirty."
Then she turned and went into the room to pack her bag.
Oliver gave me his water bottle.
"Olivia, here ... drink some water!"
My father sighed.
"You know your mommy is a bit strict, but it's all for your own good."
"We specially invited your uncle here to help you. You should understand our good intentions."
So my father thought so.
In the room, my mother started arguing with him again.
"You lied so much to avoid going to school! You even cursed yourself to be blind!"
