I was born a liar, that's the label my mother gave me. Just because my mother, who firmly believed in scientific parenting, put Truth Bracelets on me and my twin sister since we were born. As long as we lie, the bracelet will light up red, and mom will press the remote control to release electric current as punishment. My sister's bracelet is always green, even if she cut mom's dress and said the cat did it, the bracelet would only gently flash green light. But me, even if I just shout "Mom, I'm hungry", the bracelet will instantly explode with red light, followed by heart-drilling electric shock. At first I would defend myself, but mom said: "Machines don't lie, you will only remember when it hurts. Mom is doing this for your own good." After thousands of electric shocks, I also thought I was born a liar. On New Year's Eve, mom prepared to take sister to see the fireworks. Severe abdominal pain hit me, I curled up on the floor asking for help: "Mom, my stomach hurts so much, save me." But the bracelet flashed red crazily. Mom looked down at me sweating coldly, turned the current to the maximum level: "To want to go see New Year's Eve fireworks with us, you actually fake illness? Really incorrigible!" She turned and took sister out, slamming the door heavily. I couldn't help thinking, mom is right, the bracelet is red, so I must not be in pain, it's me lying for attention again. Sorry mom, next life, I will definitely learn to be an honest child. Chapter 1 "It hurts so much..." I convulsed all over with pain, nails scratching white marks on the floor. Doorknob turned. A trace of light burst into my eyes. Mom came back. Mom is a doctor, she must have seen something wrong with me, came to save me. "Not ready yet? Fireworks are starting, Bella is waiting anxiously." "Mom." I shouted weakly, reaching out a hand towards the door. "Mom, really hurts, like intestines broken." She glanced at the crazy flashing red light on my hand. Mom squatted down, pinched my chin, tone angry. "Stella, how long are you going to act?" "Really habitual liar, you just reflect at home!" Dad urged at the door. "Honey, hurry up, fireworks show is starting. If Stella doesn't go then don't go, leave some food for her?" Mom stood up, clapped hands, as if disgusted by dirt. "Leave what food?" "There's a pile of snacks in her room cabinet, that's what she bought with stolen money last time, won't starve her to death." "Lock the door, let her out when the bracelet turns green." "But." Dad seemed to hesitate. "But what? Merciful father spoils son! Look at how honest Bella is, bracelet is always green." "Stella is rotten to the core, must be corrected!" But my cabinet was empty. That time money was taken by sister, snacks were also eaten by sister. Sister just stood by, bracelet flashing gentle green light, said: "Not me." Mom believed. And I defended a sentence I didn't take either, red light on, I got electric shocked. I watched mom turn around. Sister poked head out from door crack, made a face at me. "Bye sister, we go see beautiful fireworks lo." Her bracelet, glowing green, really pretty. Bang. Door slammed heavily, sound of locking came. Home quiet. Only left me, and the saw in my stomach. Hurts so much. Mom is right, machines don't lie. Bracelet is red, so I must be lying. I don't hurt. I really don't hurt. I cried while hypnotizing myself. Don't know how long passed, seemed really not that painful anymore. I supported last breath, crawled to desk. I need to write Apology Letter, this is the rule. As long as red light on, must write one thousand words "I am a liar". After writing, mom will forgive me right? Will send me to hospital right? I trembled hand, opened that crumpled diary. Above densely packed all previous apology letters. Before I wrote "Sorry, I was wrong, I won't lie anymore". But this time, I want to write some truth. Vision getting blurry, I cried while using last strength wrote: "Mom, I really love you." "I really hurt so much, why you just don't believe me?" "Mom, please believe me once okay." Finished writing last word, severe pain in stomach suddenly disappeared. Replaced by an unprecedented lightness. Body became light, I floated up. I looked down, saw myself lying on the table, hand hanging in mid-air, motionless. Bracelet on body, still flashing red light crazily. Turns out I died ah, but I haven't learned to be an honest child yet, sorry mom. Chapter 2 I was woken up by a burst of laughter. That was voice of dad mom and sister. "Tonight's fireworks really beautiful, especially that smiley face shape, as cute as our Bella!" Mom's voice revealed gentleness I never heard. I floated in mid-air, watching entrance door open. Already became soul me, subconsciously wanted to float over welcome them, Wanted to help them get slippers like before. This is my pleasing instinct carved in bones. "Mom." I opened arms, wanted to hug that woman full of cold air: "I don't hurt anymore, I will be good later, you don't be angry." But, my hand passed directly through her body, like a gust of uncatchable wind. Mom shivered, frowned: "Why home so cold? Heater not on?" I froze on spot, looking at my transparent palm. Yes, I already died. Dead people can't hug living people. "Go see Stella, that girl didn't come out to eat either, don't really starve bad." Dad mentioned casually. Still dad is good. I looked at mom expectantly. If she finds I died, will she be sad? Will she regret? Mom snorted coldly, put on slippers walked towards my room. "Starve to death deserve it. That kind of bad habit faking illness for attention, is spoiled out." She pushed open my room door. Didn't turn on light. Borrowing living room light, she saw "me" lying on desk. Motionless, like sleeping. "Yo, still lying?" Mom crossed arms, tone mocking. "Think lying on table acting pitiful, I will carry you to bed?" "Stella, you are ten years old this year, not five!" I floated beside corpse, shouted loudly: "Mom! I'm not faking sleep! I died! Look at me!" "Touch me! My body is very cold!" But mom couldn't hear. She only believes what she sees. Sister drilled in from her armpit, raised wrist showing off: "Sister is big lazy pig! Look my bracelet is green, sister's still red!" "Sister always lying, she lies even in dreams!" Mom touched sister's head: "Still our Bella good. Don't mind this liar, let her lie, lie for lifetime if capable." Dad peeked head behind: "How about carry her to bed? Big winter." "Carry what carry!" Mom interrupted him, "Current kids are just spoiled." "Parenting experts said, this time need cold treatment, must let her realize her mistake herself." "Look at that red light, shows her current mental state is still 'extreme confrontation', didn't reflect at all!" "Alright, go sleep. Tomorrow have to go to Grandma's for Brunch." Mom turned sharply, closed door again. Click. Lock fell. I floated beside corpse, looking at that point of scarlet light in darkness, sadness in heart more than death. Mom, if you even walk one step closer, even touch my hand, you would find I'm already cold through. But you didn't. You only believe that cold machine, but don't believe daughter you carried ten months to give birth. Late night, a rat drilled out from empty cabinet. I used to fear rats most, screamed every time seeing. But now, I can only float on ceiling, watching it presumptuous on my corpse. "Go away." I drove weakly, but couldn't make sound. Rat bit my toe, oozed a little black purple blood. I can't feel pain anymore. Really good. Finally not painful anymore. I said to that pitiful shell below: "Don't fear, anyway can't feel pain anymore." "Will end soon." Chapter 3 Next morning. Sunlight shone on my corpse, didn't bring a trace of warmth. Kitchen came clanking sound. Mom making breakfast. Smell of Pancakes drilled in through door crack. Usually, this is smell I crave most. But I can only eat boiled vegetables, because mom said, liar doesn't deserve meat. Today, she deliberately made spatula very loud. I know, she wants to tempt me. Want me can't stand temptation, roll out admit mistake myself. If before, I might really admit those wrong things I didn't do for a pancake. But now, I don't need to eat anymore. "Stella haven't come out?" Dad sat at dining table reading newspaper. "No, stubborn like a donkey." Mom put plate heavily on table. "Spoiled habit. Eat or not, not eat pull down." Sister drinking milk, eyes rolled around. She deliberately ran to my door, sniffed hard. Then exaggeratedly shouted: "Mom! Sister room so smelly!" "Did she pee and poop anywhere inside?" I floated at door, looked at sister bitterly. Heating too sufficient, just one night I started to smell, mom will hate me more. Mom frowned walked over. "Stella!" Mom slapped door panel roared. "Are you pig? Toilet just beside are your legs broken? Actually poop in room?" "Mud can't support wall! To angry with me, even dignity don't want?" I remembered childhood. Once I had acute gastroenteritis, diarrhea too late go toilet, soiled pants. Mom not only didn't help me wash, also made me stand in yard punish display. She pointed at me to neighbors said: "Look at this child, dirty like pig." Now, she feels I dirty again. "Ignore her!" Mom waved hand disgustedly, like shooing flies. "Let her stay in stink! Stink her to death!" Dad put down newspaper, brows locked tight. "Smell indeed a bit too big, I go look, don't be some dead rat." Dad stood up, walked towards my room door. My heart lifted violently. Dad! Open door quick! Look at me quick! I'm just behind door! Just you twist handle, can see I don't move! Can see my face already black! I floated in front of dad, waved crazily, trying to attract his attention. Dad's hand put on door handle. Ring ring ring A rapid phone ring sounded. Called by dad's company leader. Dad picked up phone, face changed: "What? Server crashed? Good good good, I come immediately!" He hung up phone, anxiously grabbed jacket: "Honey, company emergency, I have to go quickly, might not come back these days!" "Ai, then Stella." Mom's words not finished, dad already slammed door left. I also stunned. Just missed that little bit. Just missed that one second. If that phone came a bit late, I could be discovered. Maybe that way, I wouldn't need to continue rotting. Afternoon, mom took sister out shopping, home left only my corpse. At night, they returned fully loaded, brought back many high-end seafood and gifts. Just entered door, that smell heavier. Mom covered nose, even retched once: "Stella! Are you turning home into garbage dump?" She even unwilling open door scold me a sentence, as if looking one more glance at that room would dirty her eyes. She found wide tape, squatted down, fiercely sealed bottom of my door crack tightly. "Since you like stink, then stink enough inside yourself! Don't smoke us!" Mom finished pasting last strip, patted hands satisfied. "Now quiet." She turned to kitchen steam seafood. I looked at that sealed door, last bit expectation in heart, also suffocated with tape fitting. Turns out, in mom's heart. My life and death, even not important as a seafood feast. She rather seal me dead, than willing look once if I died inside. Mom, you won. I will never disturb you again. Chapter 4 Third day morning, winter warm sun shone into living room, but couldn't drive away haze in this home. Home floor heating on very sufficient, 78 degrees high temperature. Tape already couldn't seal that smell. That was a disgusting, greasy rotting smell. Mom was trimming just bought fresh flowers, but no matter how strong flower scent, couldn't cover that corpse smell. Snap! Mom fiercely cut a rose, thorn pricked her hand. She finally couldn't bear anymore. In her cognition, I don't shower, pee poop in room, Even hide dead rat in room, is to disgust her, to resist her authority. "Stella, you really give face not want face!" Mom rushed into kitchen, grabbed a rolling pin, angrily walked towards my room. "I must beat you this slob to death today!" "Looks like electric shock can't cure you, have to let you taste flesh pain!" I floated in front of mom, looking at her hideous face, crazily waved to block "Don't go in! Mom don't go in! I'm very ugly! I already rotted! You will be scared!" Although she doesn't love me, but I also don't want let her see my terrifying appearance. However, she passed through my soul, tore open door sealing tape. Rip Sound of tape tearing exceptionally harsh. Spare key inserted into lock hole, twisted. Bang! Door violently pushed open. A strong to substantial corpse smell blew over face, like opened Pandora's box. Mom smoked stumbled back a step, bent over retched. "Blech, Stella! What exactly are you doing!" She looked up, saw I still maintained posture lying on desk three days ago, back to her, motionless. In her view, this is a silent provocation, extreme arrogance. "I talk to you can't you hear? Still playing dead?" Mom anger attacked heart, rushed over few steps, raised rolling pin in hand high. But she didn't hit down directly, she wanted to pull me up first, see what expression that "stubborn" face exactly has. "Get up for me!" Her hand fiercely grabbed my back neck collar, even grabbed my skin. Next second, her movement froze. Moment of touch. Time seemed solidified. Across thin pajamas, mom's fingers felt not warm skin. Nor soft flesh. But a piece of cold, hard as stone dead meat. That coldness, is阴冷 penetrating into bones. No temperature of life. "Hmm?" Mom stunned a bit. But inertia made her continue force. Body dragged backward by her brute force. Along with chair fell to ground together. Clang! Loud noise of chair smashing on floor. My body like a stiff statue, fell straight down. My face, finally revealed.
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