I got my phone and dialed my mother's number, only to find out that I had been blocked.
When I was bullied before, I always called her to cry and she got impatient.
I called my father, but he did not answer either.
In desperation, I called 120.
Just as the 120 doctors and nurses arrived, my parents came back.
As soon as my mother found out that Oliver was burned, she dragged my head and banged it against the wall.
"You can't even keep an eye on your brother! Why don't you just die?!"
I coughed multiple times and vomited a mouthful of blood again.
My brother was carried away by the doctor, crying "Olivia". I felt so heartbroken.
I remembered when I was young, Oliver would always follow me around. I once told him, "I will always protect you."
But now, I did not do it.
"Oliver, I'm sorry."
When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.
The doctor bandaged the wound on my chest and wrapped my eyes with gauze.
I could hear my mother scolding me.
"It's all her fault for harming her brother! She's pretending to be so weak and blind!"
The doctor was a bit displeased on the side.
"She had a broken bone, injured lungs and an injured eye. She was a patient herself, so how could she take care of others?"
My mother gave him a displeased glare, as if blaming him for talking too much.
Oliver cried out in pain when he was taking medicine.
My mother pointed at me lying next to her.
"Remember, it was your sister who harmed you!"
I felt extremely sad. Even though I could not see him, I could vaguely imagine his confused and helpless eyes. I turned around, curled up into a ball, biting the back of my hand not to let myself from crying out loud.
I cursed myself over and over in my heart.
If only I could stand up at that time, if only I could endure the pain a little longer and help my brother make instant noodles, he would not have been injured.
It was all my fault.
Perhaps I was just a useless.
When the doctor said that my injuries were more serious than my brother's, my mother finally could not help but get angry.
"She implicated her brother herself and now she's still pretending to be pitiful!"
"Sometimes acting being bullied, sometimes acting being subjected to domestic violence ...."
"Please don't cooperate with her acting anymore and discharge her from the hospital! We can't believe her."
Hearing my mother's words, I could not help but cry.
Why? She did not even believe what the doctor said.
My father kept his head down feeding my brother. He did not dare look at me the whole time, let alone say a word to help me.
My uncles came to see us in the hospital and when they heard what my mother said, they could not help but frown.
"I guess Olivia is mentally ill and is deliberately taking revenge on her family. She even caused her brother to suffer burns."
My mother was getting even more annoyed hearing her brothers' words. She pulled out the infusion needle from my hand with extreme rudeness.
"You are so vicious! Your brother is so nice to you, yet you still want to harm him!"
I grimaced in pain and blood immediately seeped out of my wrist.
"Mom, I didn't ...."
"Drag her away! Don't let her get any closer to Oliver again!"
No one listened to my explanation, my uncles just took me away.
I was hung upside down under a big tree on the back hill.
"We just don't believe that we can't cure your stubborn temper!"
"We won't fall for your trap anymore."
"Remember and learn from today's mistakes! You will thank us later."
Three days later, my parents finally brought Oliver home.
Seeing that I was not at home, my mother got angry again.
"What a rebellion! It's been three days and she still hasn't come back. Is she really going to run away from home?"
"What a useless piece of shit! She can't even handle a little frustration. It's better for her to die and be reborn soon!"
"How much homework will she miss again? Will her graduation be delayed?? Why doesn't she want to graduate soon? I'm so mad!"
My father pursed his lips without saying anything. After putting Oliver to bed, he pushed open the door of my room.
He saw a few large blood-red words displayed on my wall which were particularly eye-catching.
[Mom, if I die, will I no longer be useless?]
My father's heart trembled as he searched around anxiously.
My diary was on the desk, with a line of words on it.
[Mom, you are a murderer just like them.]
His heart was pounding and when he was about to open the diary ....
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Police!"
