The night my sister, Nicole Davis, got engaged to my boyfriend, Isaac Wilson, my life took a dark turn. I was attacked in my own home, brutally assaulted, and stabbed seventeen times. With the last bit of strength I had, I managed to call my mom, Alexis Davis. On the other end, she screamed, “Amelia Davis, all we wanted was a kidney and for you to let Isaac be with Nicole. You didn’t even come to her engagement party. Don’t ever think about coming back home!” The call abruptly ended. Well, they got their wish. I wouldn’t be coming back home. Because I was dead.
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