My sister, who died in an accident, moved into my body and shared it with me. At first, my parents didn't believe me. Later, they got used to our souls switching. Eventually, they found a hypnotist to erase my existence. 1 I went crazy and smashed everything movable in the house. Countless fragments on the floor were like the cries for help from my soul. Mom covered her mouth, face streaked with tears, while Dad looked angry but didn't stop me. I screamed at them: "Why? This is my body! Why should I give it to her?" Dad rubbed his forehead, as if making a determination: "We consulted a psychologist. It's not sustainable for you and Chloe to go on like this. Neither of you can live properly, so we can only erase one of you. "Mom and Dad are also in pain. You are our daughter too. If there were any other way, we wouldn't make this decision. You have to understand Mom and Dad." I grabbed the cup by my hand and smashed it at Dad's feet. Broken glass splashed everywhere. Dad instinctively took a step back, wanting to scold me but stopped when he remembered what he was asking of me. "I understand you, but who understands me? You are in pain, you have no choice, so why should I die? This is my body originally. If anyone should disappear, it should be Chloe Miller." Anger and despair enveloped me. I couldn't understand how my parents, who doted on me just a few days ago, now wanted to erase me. Hearing my words, Mom choked with sobs, but Dad frowned and corrected me dissatisfiedly: "What dying or not dying? Your sister will live for you using your body. Whether you agree or not, this matter is settled." After speaking, Dad had no patience to deal with me anymore and dragged Mom out of the house directly. I smashed things again and then slumped weakly on the ground, three words repeating constantly in my mind. Why? 2 I have a sister three years older than me, Chloe Miller. I remember when I was six, my parents came home very late with sad faces. Seeing me, Mom broke down crying, hugging me and saying incoherently: "Chloe is dead. Sophie, you don't have a sister anymore." I was baffled, but seeing Mom cry, young me couldn't help crying along. While crying, I pointed to the pile of dolls next to me and said, "Isn't sister right there?" At first, my parents didn't believe me and scolded me several times for it. Later, I repeated several conversations my parents secretly had in their room. They first thought I was eavesdropping, but over time, they found out I wasn't and finally believed me. I indeed didn't lie to them. Chloe had always been by my side. She went back to her room to sleep as usual, went to school with me, and the things my parents said in their room were all told to me by her. She knew she was dead. But when I told others I could see Chloe, they looked at me like I was a fool. Some would even say: "Done for! The family has two kids, one dead, one a fool." Even relatives and classmates said I was a liar trying to attract attention. On the surface, classmates still played with me, but more than once I heard them secretly mocking me. Every time this happened, Chloe would rush up to fight them, but Chloe was just a wisp of a ghost and couldn't cause any harm to living people. At most, she made them sneeze twice. Later, I never mentioned Chloe to anyone else except my parents. At home, we still lived together as usual. My parents also got used to her existence in my words, though they couldn't see her. But when buying things for me, they would also buy a portion for Chloe. No distance could affect their deep love for their dead daughter. I would also convey Chloe's thoughts to them, becoming the microphone between them. Until I was sixteen, suddenly I couldn't see her anymore, and at the same time, I lost two days of time. My parents said Chloe woke up in my body, and those two days I lost were Chloe living in my body. Since then, I often woke up to find several days had passed. Chloe and I lived sharing one body like this. The movements during the days of disappearance would be written in a notebook to inform each other. Three years passed in a flash. I just didn't expect that in just three years, my parents could abandon me for her. 3 I don't know if my subconscious rejection of Chloe caused it. I could feel her sleeping very deeply inside me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking of what my parents said yesterday, I sucked that breath back in. After venting yesterday, my brain became incredibly clear. Originally, I wasn't as flamboyant as Chloe. Yesterday's actions were already my limit. If I wasn't too terrified, I absolutely wouldn't have smashed things. After washing up, I guessed they would be very disappointed to see it was still me who woke up. Suppressing the sourness in my heart, I opened the door. Sure enough, the moment my parents saw me, their eyes went from expectation to disappointment. Although prepared, this feeling of being abandoned by my biological parents still tore at my heart fiercely. Yesterday's messy home had been cleaned up at some point, and missing items were replaced with new ones. I pretended to be calm and went downstairs. Dad snorted through his nose and ignored me directly. Mom wanted to speak several times but it turned into sighs. Nose stinging, besides my grievance, waves of floral scent mixed into the air. Several lilies were placed in the center of the dining table, on the coffee table in the living room, in the bathroom, and even on the side cabinet in the kitchen. Everywhere I looked were Chloe's favorite lilies. While my parents were demonstrating against me in this way, they were also expressing welcome and expectation for Chloe's awakening. I heard the sound of my love for my parents shattering, and also the cracking sound of my own impending break. The pungent aroma, the oppressive environment—I finally couldn't hold it back, grabbed my bag, and ran out. Only after running out of the community did I realize my face was soaked with tears. I took the bus to school mechanically, sobbing while watching the scenery outside the window flash by quickly, just like my life in these three years. Walking into the classroom, I was informed by surprised classmates that I had transferred majors. At this moment, unprecedented anger burned away my last bit of affection for Chloe. 4 The counselor said I no longer met the conditions to transfer majors again. My major was special; once transferred out, there was no possibility of transferring back. I walked despondently to the classroom of the School of Business Administration. Listening to professional terms I didn't understand at all, surrounded by the noise of strange classmates. I felt like I was in another world. Enduring until class ended, it was still broad daylight. I had no desire to go home, wandering aimlessly on campus. Thoughts chaotic in my mind, but one thing I could confirm. Chloe had long premeditated to replace me. No wonder she wrote less and less in the notebook; she didn't want me to know what she did. After walking for a long time, my legs were a bit sore. I sat dejectedly on a roadside bench, not knowing what to do next. On one side was a major with zero experience, on the other were family members trying to seize my body. I leaned back on the bench, imagining myself surrounded by the sky. Turning my gaze back, the word "Library" came into view. When I came out of the library holding a pile of books, the sun had already set. Back home, Mom had already cooked. Seeing me holding a pile of business administration books, her face was a bit awkward. Looking at her expression, it wasn't hard to guess that they definitely knew about the transfer of majors, and maybe it was even their suggestion. At the dinner table, the food was tasteless to me. I only took a few more bites of my favorite dishes. Mom smiled to ease the atmosphere: "Honey look, Sophie really takes after us, loves fish just like us. Chloe can't, she hasn't eaten anything from the water since she was little." This remark was better left unsaid; the atmosphere became even more awkward than before. Dad put down his wine glass and said: "Heard you brought back a lot of business books. Then you should already know Chloe changed majors. Listen to me, Chloe is smart. Studying this major will help me more in the company. Even if you study now, it's forcing a duck onto a perch, useless. Sophie, you know what Dad means." I nodded and continued to put a few grains of rice into my mouth. Seeing my obedience, my parents thought I agreed. They exclaimed in surprise: "So you've thought it through. Good. I'll contact the hypnotist in these few days, so you can finally live a normal life." I looked up, staring straight at Dad with clear black and white eyes asking: "Is it me being normal or Chloe being normal?" Dad frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed: "She is the older sister. You share one body. Isn't her being normal the same as you being normal?" I nodded again, and under their delighted gazes, said word by word: "Even if I burn this body, I won't give it to Chloe Miller to use." Dad, reacting, smashed his wine glass with a swing of his hand, pointing at me panting, obviously furious. Mom looked at me complainingly while helping Dad smooth his breath. I really couldn't stay in this home anymore. If I stayed with two people eyeing my body covetously every day, I would definitely go crazy. Simply packed my luggage and moved back to the school dorm overnight. 5 During the days living at school, I attended classes during the day and frantically foraged for knowledge in the library at night. Dad always thought Chloe was exceptionally intelligent, but he didn't notice that I basically had a photographic memory. As long as it was knowledge I wanted to learn, it would take root in my brain after one or two passes. During this period, Mom contacted me several times, first persuading nicely, then later starting to say I didn't know what was good for me. I just didn't understand. I just wanted to live. Being their daughter too, just because Chloe died once, they felt guilty and wanted to make up for it, so they wanted to use my sacrifice to fulfill them. Seeing persuasion was hopeless, my parents found a lobbyist, someone I couldn't refuse. Ethan. My childhood sweetheart and the object of my unrequited love. "Sophie, please, give Chloe back to me, okay?" "What... what do you mean your Chloe?" A chill instantly shot up from the soles of my feet. I heard my own voice trembling and weak. Ethan didn't seem to notice my emotions: "Sophie, actually I knew about you and Chloe long ago. I knew you definitely wouldn't agree, so I beg you, I really can't live without her. You have lived for so many years, but Chloe had an accident when she was so young. It's only been 3 years since she managed to survive using your body. Who knows, she might suddenly disappear one day. Thinking she might disappear, I feel like I'm suffocating. So I beg you, agree to Uncle and Auntie. This way your body and Chloe's soul unite as one, isn't it good? Why are you so selfish?" I was shocked beyond belief, frozen in place. Ethan continued: "Sophie, we grew up together. I never begged you for anything. Now I beg you. Do I need to kneel for you?" Saying that, Ethan actually knelt down. I trembled and reached out to help him up, but he suddenly grabbed me, eyes crimson: "Sophie, promise me quickly." I was frightened by his fierce look, instinctively wanted to break free but found I couldn't. Overly frightened, I blurted out. "You are also here to force me to die. Let me tell you, don't even think about it. I won't die. The one who should die is Chloe Miller." I regretted it as soon as I said it. I shouldn't have put myself in danger for a moment of spirit. Sure enough, Ethan's handsome face gradually twisted. He stared at me viciously: "In that case, don't blame me. I absolutely cannot lose Chloe." The next second, a hot large hand covered my mouth. The place we met was a hidden corner of the campus. No matter how I struggled, it was hard for anyone to discover. Finally, I fell into darkness. 6 Ethan looked at the sleeping person in his arms, a trace of apology flashing in his eyes: "Sorry, Sophie. If possible, I can only repay you by being your servant in the next life." With that, he quickly carried the person in his arms out of the school gate and into the car.
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