When my biological father Jaxon Thomson and mother Rosie Thomson brought me home, I only had a backpack and my therapy dog with me. Just because their adopted daughter Sophie Thomson said she wanted to eat dog meat barbecue on Christmas, they actually killed my dog. I flipped the table and smashed the Thomson mansion into chaos. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie suffers from depression? She was finally happy for once, and you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly: “You’re just mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back.” Sophie’s eyes were red-rimmed as she pushed the barbecue in front of me: “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you love this dog, I’ll give it back to you.” I let out a cold laugh. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, but my mental illness was real. ***** Rolly was missing. That Labrador who would always run out to nuzzle me the moment he heard my voice seemed not to have heard my calls today. I clenched my fists. Rolly was my lifetime therapy dog, and the only method the psychiatric hospital had found to control my behavior. Without Rolly, I would become like I was in the psychiatric hospital again. Just thinking about how all the doctors, nurses, and patients in the psychiatric hospital would scream in panic when they saw me having an episode made me shudder. No! I couldn’t lose Rolly! I didn’t want to be treated like a monster again! I wanted to be normal! I searched tirelessly throughout the Thomson mansion. Although I had lived here for six months, I still felt like a stranger. He was nowhere to be found in the bedrooms, storage rooms, or backyard. I slammed the last door shut hard, realizing I was losing control of my strength. I pinched my arm, barely regaining my composure, and opened the monitoring app on my phone with trembling hands. After leaving the psychiatric hospital, I had installed monitoring equipment on Rolly’s collar in case I couldn’t find him. But the live feed showed only pitch black, and the history could only be viewed after finding the memory card. The ominous feeling in my heart grew stronger, and I began uncontrollably biting my nails. Just as I was about to go out and post missing dog flyers, Sophie walked in. She was dressed very sweetly, with a cute smile on her face. But when she looked at me, her eyes were malicious. I was used to her looks, so I walked toward the door without hesitation. But Sophie called out to me: “Olivia, where are you going? Today is Christmas. Dad, Mom, and I are planning to barbecue. The ingredients are very special this time. Come eat with us.” I responded coldly: “No, I don’t celebrate Christmas.” “There’s a feast today. If you miss it, you’ll regret it.” Sophie’s tone was meaningful. I froze, feeling inexplicably uneasy. But the urgency of finding Rolly weighed on my mind, so I quickly left. When I finished posting the missing dog flyers and returned to the Thomson mansion, the lights had just come on inside, and steam had condensed into water droplets on the glass windows. Jaxon, Rosie, and Sophie were sitting around the dining table, chatting happily. Seeing me, Sophie waved and said with a smile: “Olivia, come eat the barbecue. It smells so good.” Rosie looked at me reproachfully: “We haven’t seen you all afternoon. Sophie specially saved you a big portion.” I frowned, about to refuse, when Sophie picked up a plate: “We’ve been busy all afternoon. This dog meat is particularly fragrant. Olivia, won’t you really try some?” Dog meat? I froze in place, suspecting I was having auditory hallucinations again. I mechanically turned my head to look at the dining table, then at Sophie’s face. A nightmarish suspicion formed in my mind. I tried to find flaws in Sophie’s expression: “Where’s my Rolly?” Sophie blinked innocently: “You mean that dog? It’s right here.” I stared intently at that plate of barbecue, feeling dizzy. “I wanted to eat dog meat barbecue this morning, so Dad and Mom helped me process the dog. There’s still lots of meat left in the fridge. We can continue eating dog meat pizza tomorrow.” Sophie kept talking, like an evil spirit whispering in my ear. I suddenly raised my hand and knocked the plate from her hands, ignoring the shocked cries behind me, then rushed to the kitchen. In the freezer, the only place I hadn’t searched, there were large chunks of blood-red meat, bones and flesh covered with a layer of white frost. There was even a tuft of unplucked dog hair on top, the color of Rolly’s fur. I suddenly bent over and began vomiting violently.
The commotion in the living room still hadn’t stopped. Ever since I pushed her to the ground, Sophie had been crying nonstop. She threw herself into Rosie’s arms, sobbing as she said, “This is all my fault. I stole Olivia’s life, so she has every right to hate me.” Rosie immediately looked at her disapprovingly. “You and she are both my children. In my heart, you are my biological daughter. I won’t allow you to put yourself down like this anymore.” Jaxon also gently stroked her hair, his expression full of concern. Sophie lifted her head from Rosie’s shoulder and met my gaze. Then she smiled, not a trace of sadness on her face. Seeing her provocative look, I walked over and flipped the dining table. Scalding soup and food scattered across the floor, inevitably splashing onto them. Jaxon frowned. “Olivia, what are you doing? Even if you’re upset, there’s no need to act so uncouth.” Rosie quickly pulled Sophie back. Ignoring the stains on her own arm, she hurried to wipe Sophie’s dress clean. I stood in the midst of the chaos, staring intently at Sophie. “You killed my dog and ate it, didn’t you?” Sophie shrank fearfully into Rosie’s embrace, successfully gaining protection. “Olivia, I just wanted to eat dog meat. Since there happened to be a dog at home, Dad made it into food for me.” Her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice firm yet pitiful. “Dad only did this for my sake. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Please don’t be angry with Dad.” Jaxon raised his hand to stop her, looking at me seriously. “Olivia, I haven’t wronged you, and I’ve fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. What exactly are you dissatisfied with about this family?” I kicked over the floor lamp and threw the remaining two chairs across the room. “Rolly wasn’t just any ordinary dog, and certainly not your food.” Jaxon continued, “It was just a dog.” Suddenly, the couch made a harsh scraping sound as it moved. Within five minutes, the room was in complete chaos, and everyone stood frozen. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie has depression? She was finally happy for once, but you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly. “You’re mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back. I should have left you to die out there.” Sophie, eyes red with tears, pushed the only remaining plate of meat toward me. “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you loved this dog so much, I’ll give it back to you.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, while my mental illness was real. I let out a soft snort and flexed my wrist. Sophie cried out to me again, “Olivia…” Suddenly, a crisp slap cut off her words. A clear handprint quickly appeared on Sophie’s face, and her crying turned into screaming. Amid the screaming, Rosie suddenly became stern, no longer able to maintain her elegant, gentle expression. Almost simultaneously, she slapped me too. “I didn’t bring you back so you could bully Sophie. She developed depression because of your return, but I still kept you here. Why can’t you just be considerate of her?” I smiled sarcastically. The beloved Sophie suddenly learning she wasn’t biological and developing depression from fear of abandonment—only these two idiots would believe such a script. While I was swallowing pill after pill for bipolar disorder, they were worried about whether Sophie had taken the vitamin C from her antidepressant bottle. Unfortunately, as long as they believed it, Sophie felt it was enough. Standing behind Jaxon and Rosie, she silently mouthed to me, “I won.”
Indeed, whenever Sophie shed even a single tear, Jaxon and Rosie would feel heartbroken, let alone when I had slapped her. But I didn’t stop. I stared straight at her. “Sophie, apologize to Rolly.” Sophie’s eyes widened as tears quickly welled up. “Olivia, you can hate me, but you can’t humiliate me.” Rosie’s face turned ugly. “Olivia, we’ve been tolerant enough with you. Look what you’ve done to this house! Don’t push it too far.” Jaxon also glared at me angrily. “Sophie got hurt because of you. You should be the one apologizing to her.” I said nothing and silently picked up a stick that had fallen from somewhere, then started smashing things. Dinnerware worth a hundred thousand dollars, vases worth millions, and famous paintings worth tens of millions—I destroyed them all. Jaxon shouted angrily to stop me, but I forced him back several steps with the stick. He roared, “You’ve gone too far! I shouldn’t have brought you back. You’re just a lunatic!” I sneered. “You’re right. I am a lunatic, so don’t overestimate a lunatic’s self-control.” Rosie clutched her chest, trembling with rage. “How could I have a daughter like you? All those years outside have turned you into a complete mess.” I thought to myself: “A mess? But I’ve been trying so hard to be disciplined, to learn how to be normal. It’s you who pushed me to lose control.” Sophie’s tears kept flowing endlessly, as if they would never stop. Her complexion grew paler, and her body trembled slightly. Rosie immediately rushed over, asking nervously, “Baby, what’s wrong? You’re not having another episode, are you?” Jaxon also walked over, watching Sophie intently. Sophie took several deep breaths, then managed a weak smile. “Dad, Mom, please don’t be angry. This is all my fault. I made Olivia unhappy. I should apologize to Olivia.” She stood up and walked over to me, her face showing careful, pleasing submission. “Olivia, whatever punishment you want to give me, I can accept it. Please forgive me. Don’t make things difficult for Dad and Mom.” The next second, she walked up to me and lowered her voice: “Did you see that? They’ll only take my side. They’re my parents alone. Even though you’re their biological daughter, you can’t compare to me.” I looked coldly at her smug expression, then grabbed a dinner knife from the table and stabbed it hard into the back of her hand. “Ah!” A scream rang out as bright red blood spurted from the wound. Sophie instantly collapsed to the floor. At the same time, Rosie’s shriek also erupted. She rushed over like a madwoman and pushed me to the ground. I tried to dodge, but the drug withdrawal symptoms kicked in again, making me feel nauseous and suffocated. Then my forehead hit the ground, opening a bloody gash. The ambulance arrived quickly, taking Sophie away while also picking me up. At the hospital, Sophie was rushed into the emergency room. I sat alone in the hallway. An ER nurse noticed me and bandaged my wound. When Sophie came out, Jaxon and Rosie, who had been anxiously waiting, immediately rushed over to check on her. This time, Sophie didn’t need to fake being weak because her face was genuinely pale from blood loss. She said, “Dad, Mom, I shouldn’t stay in this house. I never thought Olivia hated me enough to want to kill me. She’s your real daughter. Take Olivia back home. I don’t deserve to stay in the family anymore.” Hearing Sophie’s words, Rosie was so heartbroken she felt like her heart would shatter. She hugged Sophie, crying, “What are you talking about? You’re my daughter. No matter who I abandon, I won’t abandon you. Olivia is just a lunatic. She’s the one who should leave.” Jaxon also said angrily, “I won’t let her get away with this. We have to call the police and have her committed to a mental hospital.” The police arrived quickly. After understanding the situation, they all gave me strange looks and called for a psychiatrist to examine me. While waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive, Jaxon coldly declared, “Olivia, you’ve exhausted all my patience. From now on, you can reflect on your actions in the mental hospital.” I leaned against the wall, ignoring Sophie’s gaze, and gave Jaxon a defiant smile. Soon after, Dr. George Black from the psychiatric hospital arrived. Jaxon pointed at me, his face dark. “This is a mental patient. Take her to your hospital.” George made eye contact with me, and I realized he was someone I knew. “How is it you again?” George’s expression became serious. He instinctively stepped back and bumped into the door frame, nearly falling. He said, “I just released her two years ago. I can accept any mental patient, except Olivia.”
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