She was a ghost in her own life back in 2018,
carrying a past that was far worse than anything I could have ever imagined.
She was a young girl abandoned by her own parents, who had packed up, moved abroad, and left her behind to live with her aunt and her cousin, Mina.
She had been promised a quiet life with a personal home tutor who would teach her away from the world, but her parents betrayed her trust yet again, forcing her into a crowded public school. She sat in those classrooms in absolute silence, a target for the cruel. One afternoon, three girls approached her, sneering, "Hey, rich kid heir, come here and give us money." They began to bully her relentlessly, and when she met them with only silence, one of them struck her. She didn't fight back.
She simply walked back to her aunt’s house, stood in front of the mirror, and stared at her reflection. She wasn't crying; she was just watching the cold reality of her life.
That night, she began pouring her soul into her diary, writing until she fell asleep from pure exhaustion.
She was fading away day by day as a monstrous sickness began to take root inside her.
She started vomiting blood, but terrified of causing a burden or showing vulnerability,
she would quietly wipe it away before anyone could see.
She lost her appetite completely, her weight dropping rapidly in the shadows of her room.
When her aunt noticed her frailty and asked if anything was wrong, she met the question with her trademark silence. Days blurred together as she locked herself inside a pitch-black room, refusing to eat.
Her aunt, possessing a kind heart beneath her strict exterior, would leave plates of food in the fridge. Only in the deep dead of night, under the cover of total darkness, would she crawl out to eat what had been left for her.
After a week of isolation, her cousin Mina lost her patience, calling out through the door, "Are you a girl? Act like a woman and come out!"
When she finally stepped into the hallway, she was wearing a plain white dress.
Her skin looked terrifyingly pale and bloodless, shocking Mina and her aunt to the core.
Her aunt gasped, "What is wrong with you? Do you think we are just like your parents, letting you do whatever you want? If you live here, we are a family."
But she stood her ground, her voice cold as she replied, "I don’t count you as my family. And who are you to mention my parents?"
In a flash of anger and misunderstanding, her aunt slapped her across the face. She remained entirely silent, turned around, and walked back into her dark room.
But the sickness wouldn't wait for the family to heal. Late one night, she was on her knees, violently vomiting blood onto the floor. Outside, her aunt, consumed by a mother's instinct and deep worry, began knocking on the door constantly,
her voice trembling in the hallway as she cried out into the dark, "Is there anything wrong? Please, tell me, is there anything wrong?!"
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