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My sister and I are twins. Most people can’t tell us apart. Even our parents have almost mixed us up a few times.
Lily loves pink. Her backpack, stationery, and even her bedding are all pink. I, on the other hand, prefer black.
Mom often teases Lily, “If I hadn’t given birth to you myself, I’d think we picked you up somewhere!”
Mom’s joke isn’t without reason. In our family, Lily is the special one.
She’s different from us. She’s naturally pure and kind–hearted, carefully protected by me and our parents since childhood.
I, on the other hand, was born with a “condition“. I’m a monster in the eyes of others. Since childhood, only Lily would play with me.
To protect others, our parents had me study at home. I didn’t complain because with Lily around, I never felt lonely.
Our parents said Lily was our family’s top priority for protection. So, from a young age, I’ve always protected her from the shadows.
But we never imagined that after just one year of high school, Lily would end up like this.
The doctor said we needed to be careful with Lily’s emotions.
I stroked Lily’s forehead and whispered, “Lily, big sister will definitely avenge you.”
Just then, a jarring phone ringtone broke the silence. Lily’s face turned ghostly pale. She covered her ears and started screaming.
I picked up the phone and opened the message.
It was a video. In it, Lily was being held down under a faucet in the bathroom, her wet hair
plastered to her cheeks. Her face was red from choking on water.
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The perpetrators were laughing hysterically in the background.
“If I catch you talking to him again, I’ll scratch up your face. See how you like seducing boys in our class then!” The video ended with this threat from the bully.
Rage nearly burst through my chest. I closed my eyes for a moment and turned off the
ph…e.
Lily’s teeth were chattering. She stammered, “They… they took so many videos of me… without clothes.”
I stroked Lily’s hair, looking at her tenderly. “Do you trust your big sister?”
Lily nodded. I opened the door and walked into the backyard, where I dug another small patch of fallow ground with a hoe. Soon, there would be another addition here.
Nearby, curses and pleas could be heard. “You’ll be struck by lightning! You’ll die a horrible death!”
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