- 11.
My body was cremated.
My family brought my ashes home.
In the car, Polly was crying.
“I never imagined that he would do such a
horrible thing, if he was trying to get to
me…”
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She couldn’t continue her sentence, she
jumped into her mother’s arms.
“Mom, I’m so scared!”
But her mom did not embrace her, or try to
comfort her, as she would have normally.
She just sat there, playing on her phone.
Polly got anxious, tugging on her mother’s
sleeve, crying.
“Mom, are you mad at me?”
“This is not my fault, the police already
checked, you know that!”
“Wuwu, I’m sad too because my sister is
dead.”
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She covered her head, crying and groaning,
like her depression was about to strike again.
My brother was worried, and comforted her.
“Mom loves you the most, why would she
blame you? Just don’t overthink it.”
“Jenny’s life was cursed, she even cursed
herself to death!”
My mom lifted her head. “What did you say?”
My brother was embarrassed. He knew how
cruel his words were to me.
“She’s your sister. She is dead, it was a bad
person’s fault, she didn’t do it to herself!”
My brother agreed with her, a stunned look
on his face.
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It was the first time that she had ever told
him that I was also his sister!
Polly realized something was wrong, her eyes
turned darker.
She started crying louder and asking for her
mom, in agony.
But my mom remained silent.
My father got angry. “Your daughter is calling
you, are you deaf?”
My mom put the phone on Polly’s face, her
face as cold as ice.
“On your online account, you said your sister
was stealing your boyfriend, bullied you, and
abused you since you were a kid?”
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“Why did you lie?”
“That’s when they both realized,” I thought.
They were finally clued in, since everyone in
the family knew Polly was the absolute
princess, and everyone protected her. It was
always her bullying me, never the other way
around!
Polly’s face went white, she started fidgeting
in her chair.
I got it. She must’ve known that Wang Gang had been watching her. She’d been posting
that garbage on her side account on purpose.
It was all to sic that nutjob on me!
Polly’s shoulders trembled, tears rolling down her face. “It wasn’t on purpose, okay? When I
have an episode I’m just like a mess, I write
all kinds of crazy stuff. I never thought it’d
lead to something like this!”
She looked so heartbroken, Dad’s face
softened immediately.
“Okay, that’s enough. It’s all in the past. Polly
said it’s from her depression, you’re
overreacting, honey.
“But Jenny has depression, too!”
Mom said, throwing the diagnostic report she
had found at my dad.
Severe depression, pessimistic and hopeless.
My parents didn’t care, my sister was hurting
- me.
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Extremely needy for love.
Self–harm multiple times.
The patient has scars all over her body.
Attempted suicide!
Every word was a punch in the gut!
Dad hastily closed it, his chest rising and
falling.
He finally understood. Depression wasn’t like
Polly’s dramatic crying fits.
Depression was raw and bloody.
Meanwhile, Polly was still crying and claiming
she felt sick.
く
Mom held up my meds for her, “Your sister
just happens to have some. Do you want
some?”
Polly froze, suddenly speechless.
