I glanced at Nigel’s serious profile as he drove, and a cruel thought crossed my mind.
What would my dear family think if they discovered that the little sister they adored was the one responsible for their real daughter’s death?
But they probably wouldn’t believe it.
I turned away, laughing at myself.
Back in school, Jessica and her minions had bullied me for three long years.
I had gone to my family for help, but no one believed me.
When I told them that Jessica was behind it all, they looked at me with reproachful eyes.
They refused to believe that their sweet, obedient Jessica could be that kind of person, and they certainly wouldn’t believe their disgraced second daughter.
They always trusted their own judgment.
So instead of getting help, I was scolded.
When I returned to school, the bullying only grew worse.
I still remember the feel of Jessica’s expensive shoes pressing down on my head, and her smug words.
“Have you given up yet?” she laughed freely. “They’re my parents and brother. Your mistake was coming back and disrupting my life. You belong in the gutter, like the insect you are. Don’t blame me for stepping on you.”
In the end, all I felt was despair, a quiet, hollow resignation.
I knew she was right, and that’s why I was so hopeless.
But none of it matters now.
Because I’m already dead.
Nigel stopped the car, got out, and walked toward a building that looked familiar.
I couldn’t help but take a second glance, and then I recognized it—it was my apartment.
What was he doing here? Did he really plan on dragging me back?
The thought almost made me laugh.
Too bad, no one’s here to be found.
I glanced at the alley nearby, feeling no emotion.
To them, my death was probably for the best.
Now, no one would cause trouble for Jessica, and their peaceful lives would remain undisturbed.
