“You should’ve thought about feeling scared when you locked Wendy up! It’s too late to beg for mercy now!
“Our parents have spoiled you for so many years I think you’ve enjoyed enough of it! Wendy doesn’t have a father or a mother anymore! How dare you bully her?!
“I’m telling you, if you harm her again, I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!
“You’re evil, Jennifer! Dad’s been too kind to you.
“I have no evil sister like you!
“It would be great if you died. I’m ashamed to be your brother.”
Ian’s words rang in my ears as I struggled in the suffocating darkness.
I wondered what had gone through my mind in those moments of desperation.
Too many thoughts swirled, too fleeting to hold on to.
Perhaps I regretted it.
I regretted trusting a stranger so easily.
I regretted not going to the ancestral home with my parents, where I might have saved Mom.
I regretted caring about my father and brother as if they were worth it.
Before I lost consciousness, a thought crossed my mind–I might get to see Mom soon.
My nose soured. It had been so long since I died. Why hadn’t I seen Mum yet?
Time passed, and my father made no effort to search for me. His days were consumed with preparing for Wendy’s birthday.
He ordered the cake, booked the venue, selected flowers, bought expensive gifts–doing everything to make her day perfect.
