Bullied by classmates, called a waste by my mother. With nowhere left to turn, I fell into depression and attempted suicide. My dad tried to get me a leave of absence from college, but my three uncles objected. "You're spoiling her, that's why she's so dramatic." "Hang her upside down from the balcony. Starve her for three days and nights, she'll be fine." I begged for mercy, but my family ignored me. My mother's phrase, "It's all for your own good," explained everything. When I lay injured on the floor, unable to care for my little brother, causing him to be scalded and disfigured, I finally found release. "Mom, if I die, will I stop being a waste?" 1 "Dad, Mom, I'm dying, please let me down..." Hanging upside down was unbearable. Blood rushed to my head, my eyes throbbed with pain, and I felt like I was suffocating. "Hear that? She's already begging!" "Depression? Suicide attempt? All fake!" My uncles laughed as they drank beer, completely ignoring my pleas. "You guys spoil her too much, that's why she's so pretentious." "Now that she's hanging from the balcony, you can't be soft-hearted. Keep her there for at least three days and nights." My dad looked worried, his brow furrowed deeply. "Is this... dangerous?" My mom waved her hand dismissively. "They have experience. You should listen to the experts." Uncle Ray chuckled. "I'm a dean of discipline at a high school. I've seen too many students like this. Lying just to skip school, claiming depression at the drop of a hat. Where do all these dramatic kids come from?" Uncle Ben nodded in agreement. "Exactly! I took a test in the psych ward once. Basically everyone has mental issues, either depression or anxiety. As the old saying goes, 'If a man takes no thought about what is distant, he will find sorrow near at hand.' Isn't this normal?" Uncle Carl exhaled a puff of smoke. "You should learn from me. My son said he wouldn't go to school last year. I broke his leg, and now he's as good as gold. And my daughter, she ran away from home once. I dragged her back and beat her, and now she's obedient. You guys just feel too sorry for the kid; she'll walk all over you!" Hearing their words, my dad relaxed a little. Uncle Ray pointed at me sternly. "For these three days, no food, no water! Unless she says she'll go to school, don't let her down!" "She's already in college and still acting like this! If you're soft, you'll ruin her life!" My mom nodded. "Understood. I have no problem with it, it's just Joe who's always soft on his daughter." She glared at my dad. He wanted to say something but didn't dare. Then my mom turned on the TV and played an online English class. 2 "Lily, even if you're upside down, you have to keep studying. Don't fall behind." "Everyone is racing against time. You've been out of school for a week, do you know how far behind you are?! What if you graduate late!" "Don't blame us for being cruel; we're doing this for your own good!" I had been hanging for an hour, and it was excruciating. "Mom, please let me go..." My mom's face changed instantly. She slapped me. "Ungrateful thing! I talk to you nicely, and you don't listen. You insist on being a waste!" "Let me tell you, unless you study yourself to death, keep studying! Don't give me excuses! Bullying, depression... pah! I don't believe any of it!" My parents and uncles were busy eating and drinking; they ignored me. My five-year-old brother, Leo, ran over secretly. He stuffed a candy into my hand and touched my face with his small hand. "Sissy, does it hurt?" "I'll blow on it for you..." Leo blew on me, trying to make me feel better. "Leo, don't talk to your sister! She's a waste!" Hearing Mom yell, Leo walked away, looking wronged. Since childhood, the word "waste" has followed me. My mom is a kind mother to the outside world, but a cold demon at home. When I was bullied by classmates, she didn't help me; she made me apologize to the bullies. When I attempted suicide due to depression, she said I was acting. When I took a break from school to recover, she said I would set a bad example for my brother. My parents urged me to go back to school; I refused. The principal and my advisor came to persuade me; I refused. Now, my mom brought my three uncles, and they called me dramatic, insisting on teaching me a lesson. Everyone pressured me, but no one asked why I wanted to die, why I reached this point. The bullies broke two of my ribs, which still hurt. Now hanging upside down, my chest felt even worse. I wasn't afraid of death; I just didn't want to die so painfully. Could you make it quick? 3 Suddenly my vision went black. I couldn't see anything. Suffocation washed over me. I suddenly felt a bit of fear. What I feared wasn't the approaching end of my life, but that when the end came, I had never truly lived as myself. "It's been ten hours, that's enough!" My dad was extremely worried, seeing my color was very wrong. "No! This is nothing! Joe, don't be soft!" Just as my uncles were objecting, Grandpa called. "What? Mom fell from the third floor?" "We're coming right now!" Grandma had an accident, and they rushed to leave. "Let Lily down. She can take care of Leo. We'll deal with her when we get back!" My mom gave the order, and my dad quickly let me down. "Lily, take care of Leo for dinner and bath, put him to sleep, understand?" It took me a long time to breathe normally. "Can you... leave someone here... I can't see..." My mom's face changed instantly. "Stop acting so delicate! Can't see? Why don't you say you're dying!" My mom kicked me hard twice. My healing ribs broke again, and I vomited a mouthful of blood. My dad's face changed; he looked nervous and uneasy. 4 "Why are you vomiting blood? This... let's go to the hospital!" My mom pushed him away, glaring at me viciously. "What do you mean by not dodging? Trying to frame me for domestic abuse? Want me to bear that bad name?" "Don't think you can run away just by pretending to vomit blood. Stay home obediently, don't go anywhere!" "Clean the floor; it looks unlucky!" She turned and went into the room to pack her bag. My brother gave me his water bottle. "Sissy, drink water." My dad sighed. "Your mom is just like that, a bit strict, but it's for your own good." "We invited your uncles specifically to help you. You have to understand our good intentions." So that's what my dad thought. In the room, my mom argued with my dad again. "Just to skip school, full of lies! Even cursing herself to be blind!" "Tell her, even if she dies, I'll burn her homework for her, so she can't escape studying even as a ghost!" My mom's words were like a knife, cutting my wounds deeper. Two months ago, I was locked in the bathroom by bullies, stripped naked, and photographed. When I cried and told my mom, she rolled her eyes coldly. "Why don't they bully others? Why only you?" "You're just a waste; you'd be less trouble dead." When she learned the bullies included the school dean's daughter and her client's daughter, my mom immediately took gifts and made me go door-to-door to apologize. "They bullied me, why should I apologize?" My mom slapped me in public. "Endure what you can endure, endure what you can't." "If you hadn't done something wrong, would they bully you?"
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