I, Sally Bloom, got cancer. When I was dying, my brother Rico Bloom was taking care of Elena Fisher, who had a cold. Days later, the whole family learned of my death. I thought they would be happy, after all, they often said, “Sally better die out there.” But what I didn’t expect was that Rico went crazy first. ***** Thunder rumbled outside the window. I struggled to look out, seeing that rain was coming. I lowered my gaze to this body, ravaged by cancer, feeling a wave of despair. It seemed I wouldn’t live to see Rico again. Realizing this, my last bit of desire to live faded away with those unanswered phone calls. I finally died on a rainy day, and my soul, weighed down by unresolved matters, drifted back home. At that moment, Rico was attentively caring for another girl who was his sister in name only. Elena had been caught in the rain and seemed to have caught a cold. She lay weakly in bed, looking pitifully at Rico. Seeing her like this, Rico’s eyes softened with tenderness as he gently coaxed her to sit up and take some medicine. After taking the medicine, Elena fell asleep. Rico sat by the bed, staring out at the pouring rain. Perhaps he thought of someone, as his expression darkened. My soul drifted closer, wanting to smooth his furrowed brow, but he gritted his teeth and spat out my name, startling me. I stared at him in shock. Unaware of my presence, he opened his phone, the screen showing more than a dozen missed calls from me. He glanced at it once, then turned away in disgust and shut off the screen. “I’ve told her so many times to come home early, but she never listens. Now what does she want, calling in the middle of the night?” Rico sighed deeply. “Sally, you’d be better off dead somewhere out there.” My heart jolted, a bitter ache spreading through me. Rico’s hatred for me had grown this deep. I floated in front of him, forcing a smile. “Rico, your wish came true. I’m gone now. When you hear the news, you’ll be happy, won’t you? That sister you despise is finally dead.” Rico still seemed uneasy. He clutched his phone tightly, lost in thought. Just as he stood up, Elena gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, looking up at him innocently. “Are you going to look for Sally, Rico?” When Rico didn’t respond, Elena smiled weakly. “It’s okay, you should go. It’s late and she’s not home yet—she might be in danger. I just have a little cold, I’ll be fine.” Rico sat back down and lit a cigarette. “What danger could she be in? Even if she is in trouble, it’s her own fault. She has no one to blame but herself.” I stared at Rico’s face for a long time. He was still the Rico I knew, yet he felt so foreign to me now. I shouldn’t have hoped for his concern. I knew better than anyone why Rico hated me—because I supposedly killed Mustard, the dog we grew up with. But I didn’t kill Mustard. Mustard was a puppy given to Rico by a neighbor. Rico watched him grow up. At first, when he just arrived, I quite liked him, but I never expected he would defecate in my room every day. Although Rico eventually cleaned my room, I still felt disgusted, and from then on, I couldn’t stand the dog. Later, my parents brought home a girl they’d found outside, saying they wanted to give me a sister. I objected, argued with my parents, had a huge fight with Rico, and ran away. When I returned home and opened the door, I found Mustard’s brutally murdered body. He lay silently in a pool of blood, lifeless, with the knife Rico had given me for my coming-of-age birthday still stuck in his belly. I was paralyzed with shock, standing there frozen until Rico pushed open the door, which finally snapped me back to reality.
Rico looked at me in disbelief and asked, “Why? Just because we didn’t go along with what you wanted, you killed it out of spite?” As soon as Rico finished speaking, my chest heaved violently with anger. He knew me better than anyone, yet he questioned me like this. My eyes reddened shamefully as I pointed at the dead body on the ground and shouted, “That’s right! I killed it! I’ve hated it for a long time, and it deserved to die! Because it was yours, because you argued with me! I killed it just to get back at you!” ***** A few days after Mustard’s death, Elena arrived. Elena had a gentle nature, spoke softly, and had an innocent face that quickly won the hearts of my parents and Rico. But I felt like I’d seen this new sister somewhere before. I thought her arrival would just mean one more person in the house, but what I didn’t expect was that the scales of love were gradually tipping in her favor. Despite my efforts to improve my grades at school, my mother, Daisy Bloom, seemed to no longer see me. When I brought my report card to her, she merely glanced at it before continuing her conversation with her sweet daughter Elena. My father, Kevin Bloom, was the same. After looking at my grades, he said nothing, only gesturing for me to help teach Elena. I lowered my eyes, feeling empty inside. I was no longer my parents’ beloved little baby. Their favorite little darling now was Elena. I didn’t understand why even parents could change their hearts so quickly. I wore a blue dress I had treasured for a long time, hoping Rico and my parents would notice the daughter they had long ignored. But Rico just slightly furrowed his brow and demanded, “Why are you wearing Elena’s dress?” With those words, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. I pressed my lips together, my eyes instantly reddening, and said resentfully, “This is clearly my own dress. How did it become hers?” Rico’s frown deepened. “I know this isn’t your dress. You don’t even have this in your closet.” Hearing Rico’s words, Daisy immediately approached me with a dark expression and began pulling at my blue dress while scolding, “Don’t you have your own clothes to wear? Why are you stealing your sister’s clothes?” I cried from frustration while struggling desperately. “This was mine to begin with, it’s my own dress. If you don’t believe me, ask her!” Elena, who had been hiding behind Rico, finally said, “Mom, this is indeed Sally’s dress. I’m sorry, I thought it was so pretty that I couldn’t resist secretly wearing it once.” I insisted firmly, “Did you hear that? This is my dress, and she’s the one who stole it!” Kevin snapped irritably, “Enough! It’s just a dress, you don’t need to make such a big deal out of it!” Then, looking at Elena with loving eyes, he said, “I’ll buy you an even prettier one later.” Elena flashed me a sly smile, while sweetly saying, “Thank you, Dad.” I stared at everything in shock, feeling heartbroken. Since Elena’s arrival, it seemed like she had stolen all my luck. I couldn’t win against Elena in anything, couldn’t compete with her for anything. My reminiscing ended. Elena, pretending to be in pain while feigning generosity, was trying to persuade Rico, “Rico, maybe you should go check on her.” “Even though Sally usually comes home this late, even though she often goes to hotels, even though she often hangs out with those troublemakers. But still, she called you so many times. What if she really needs you for something?” she continued. Momentary irritation flashed in Rico’s eyes, but he ultimately suppressed it. He said, “She killed Mustard, and she constantly bullies you and slanders you, yet you still speak up for her. If you ask me, it would be better if someone like that died out there.” He was right. I did die out there, and quite miserably at that. Rico said, “Alright, you go to sleep now. Let’s not talk about that mood killer anymore.” After Elena fell asleep, Rico quietly turned off the light and returned to his own room. He sat on the edge of his bed and lit another cigarette. The smoke swirled around his face, making it difficult for me to see his expression clearly. After a long while, he pulled out his phone from his pocket. The screen remained on the dialing page.
He was about to call me, but something stopped him. His finger hovered in midair, reluctant to make contact. Rico laughed mockingly at my name on his phone screen, muttering to himself, “You drove Elena to attempt suicide last time. How dare you call me now?” Rico’s mind drifted back to when Elena jumped into the river. In high school, Elena had transferred to my school with her parents’ support. Her first act at school was to corner me with boys who had previously pursued me, announcing, “Today, she’s all yours.” That night, I endured unprecedented humiliation, even contemplating suicide. For the first time in my life, I truly hated someone. I couldn’t understand why she targeted me. She already had the love of her parents and Rico, yet she still treated me this way. After hastily getting dressed, I rushed to Elena’s classroom, lunged at her, and we started fighting. When Daisy and Kevin were called to school, I expected them to comfort me and kick Elena out of the house. Instead, Elena claimed in front of everyone that she had attempted to drown herself because she couldn’t bear my bullying. Of course, she didn’t die—Rico saved her. In an instant, everything flipped. No one listened to my explanation or my side of the story. They all condemned me for bullying my sister to the point of attempting suicide. Daisy immediately started berating me. Kevin slapped me so hard I stumbled, splitting my lip. Rico looked utterly disappointed, refusing to even look at me, just apologetically embracing Elena. I, a child with living parents, was treated like an orphan, while Elena, who had no real family, was loved by everyone. Later, just after starting college, I was diagnosed with cancer. I stared at the critical condition notice for a long time, feeling both heartbroken and somehow relieved. I had nothing left to lose anyway, so I decided to drop out of college and spend whatever time I had left doing things I wanted to do. Just then, Travis Gray called, asking me to pick him up. Pushing aside my grief, I immediately took a taxi to the bar and pulled him out. By then, he was completely drunk, leaning heavily against me. “Sally, have you fallen this low? You’re actually Travis’s girlfriend now? Don’t you know he’s just a good-looking playboy who’s worthless? He’s had at least a hundred girlfriends!” I looked in disbelief at the person speaking. I never would have dreamed of running into Rico at a bar. He always hated such places. I glanced at Elena in Rico’s arms—of course, she was the reason he was there. With a self-mocking smile, I tried to explain, “Rico, you’ve got it wrong…” He cut me off: “Shut up and get your ass home now!” Elena broke free from Rico’s embrace, approached Travis, and said in a voice only the three of us could hear, “Sally has always been promiscuous, sleeping with several men…” Before she could finish, my fist connected with her face. “What the hell are you doing?” Rico roared, rushing over to grab my hair and slam me to the ground so quickly that even Travis couldn’t react. My scalp burned with pain. Since my cancer diagnosis, I’d already been losing hair, and now Rico had yanked out even more. “Why?” I asked, fighting back tears. Rico’s face contorted with rage. “Because you’re worthless and shameless! You deserve this! Bullies deserve to die.” I looked at Rico and laughed hysterically, tears streaming down my face. “Yes, bullies deserve to die.” The commotion sobered Travis completely. His face darkened with anger. “Sally, I can have them arrested right now. How would you like them to suffer?” Rico and Elena looked frightened at Travis’s words, knowing he had the power to make it happen. I shook my head. “No, let it go…” Suddenly, I coughed up blood, my face turning deathly pale. My condition was worsening. “Stop pretending! Sally, you’re using these pathetic tactics to make us feel sorry for you. You disgust me!” Rico spat. I thought to myself, “It’s not like that, Rico. Please believe me. Do you really hate me that much?” In the end, I fulfilled his wish and left you for good. I had been missing for five days. I thought my parents would be the first to learn of my death, but it was Elena.
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