The day I was diagnosed with congenital heart disease, I became the family's "Porcelain Doll," fragile and precious. The doctor warned that any shock could kill me instantly. So, my parents catered to my every whim, even sending my healthy younger brother to live with relatives in the countryside, just to give me a quiet environment. Until my eighteenth birthday. The whole family wept with joy. My brother, just brought back home, asked timidly: "Now that Sister survived, am I unwanted again?" That day, Dad kicked him hard for the first time, and Mom held me, crying, swearing she would never let me suffer. But on the night of my brother's Valedictorian celebration party, when I clutched my chest, gasping for air... My mother, who always doted on me, suddenly twisted her face and slapped me: "Lily, how long are you going to act? Can't you stand seeing your brother succeed?" "We owed him for eighteen years because of you. Now that he's made something of himself, you want to ruin it?" "If you want to die, go die somewhere else! Don't ruin today's celebration with your bad luck!" She snatched my nitroglycerin pills, threw them into the sewer, and walked away, arm in arm with my brother. I couldn't make a sound. In the suffocating pain, I watched their backs blur until everything went dark. 1 "Lily, how long are you going to play dead?" Mom's voice pierced through the noise of the banquet hall, sharp and stinging. But I couldn't answer. Because I was already dead. My soul floated in mid-air, watching my body, rapidly losing warmth, curled up in the shadows of the hotel's back alley. That was my body. Face purple, eyes wide open, staring into nothingness. And my mother, Linda, stood a few meters away under the streetlamp. She impatiently checked her fresh manicure, her eyes full of disgust. "Enough, stop with the pity play." "Today is Leo's big day. If you dare come in and make a scene, I'll pretend I never gave birth to you!" She cursed into the darkness a few more times. Receiving no response, she sneered and turned away. "Spoiled brat. Let her freeze out there. Once she's cold enough, she'll crawl back in." She returned to the glittering banquet hall. There, my brother Leo was the star of the show. He wore a tailored suit, a red "Valedictorian" ribbon on his chest. My father, David, face glowing, raised his glass: "Thank you all! The proudest thing in my life is having a son as accomplished as Leo!" The crowd erupted in applause. No one remembered they had a daughter. A daughter who, ten minutes ago, knelt on the ground begging for medicine because her heart was failing. Back then, Leo held Mom's arm, a barely noticeable smirk on his lips. He said: "Is Sister jealous of me? If she wants the spotlight, I can give the Valedictorian title to her." Just that one sentence. And Mom's slap landed on my face. The bottle of life-saving pills was thrown by her own hand into the stinking sewer. Now, that bottle lay quietly in the muck. Just like my cheap and ridiculous life. 2 Halfway through the party. Leo suddenly teared up, looking around. "Mom, Dad, where's Sister?" "Her health is bad. She's been out there for so long, will she be okay?" The guests praised him: "The Valedictorian is so kind-hearted, caring for his sibling." Mom lovingly stroked his head: "You're just too soft-hearted. That ungrateful wolf probably wants to die out there just to embarrass you." Dad snorted: "Ignore her! It'll be quieter if she's dead!" I floated above them, watching this happy family of three. Though I had no physical body, phantom pain still radiated from my chest. Eighteen years. For eighteen whole years. Their acting was impeccable. To prevent shocking me, they always spoke to me in whispers. If I wanted strawberries, Dad would drive across town in the middle of the night to buy them. If I got a papercut, Mom would cry in distress. I thought I was the happiest "Porcelain Doll" in the world. Turns out, all this love had an expiration date. The expiration date was the day Leo became useful. "Ah—! Someone's dead!" A piercing scream shattered the peace of the banquet hall. A waiter taking out trash stumbled in, face pale. "There's... a woman dead at the back door!" The crowd went into an uproar. David frowned, his first reaction was annoyance at the bad luck. "Who died at the hotel? Call security to handle it, don't disturb the guests!" The waiter pointed shakily outside: "N... no... it's... it's Miss Lily." The air froze instantly. The smile on Linda's face stiffened. She instinctively retorted: "Nonsense! She was arguing with me full of energy just now!" "She's just trying to scare us! Lily, get out here!" She yelled at the door, but her voice started to tremble. No one answered. Only my cold body, carried in by the security guards who arrived moments later. Placed right on the expensive carpet in the center of the hall. 3 Seeing the body, Linda's legs gave out, and she collapsed. Not from grief. I saw clearly; what flashed in her eyes was terror, the panic of a plan gone wrong. "How... how is she really dead?" She muttered to herself, crawling over to check my breath. Gone. "Lily! My daughter!" The next second, she burst into earth-shattering wails. "Why are you so silly! Mom just said a few angry words, how could you..." David's eyes reddened too, rushing up to shake my corpse. "Doctor! Call a doctor!" The guests looked at each other, some sighing, some suspicious. Only Leo. He stood behind the crowd, looking down at my body. On his handsome face, there was not a trace of sadness. While our parents were wailing, he slowly squatted down. In a voice only he and I (if I were alive) could hear, he whispered in my ear: "Sister, you finally died." "You occupied my place for eighteen years, enjoyed Mom and Dad's love for eighteen years. It's time to pay your debt." "Did you know? I swapped those pills for vitamins yesterday." "Whether Mom threw them or not, you were going to die today." Boom— My soul trembled violently. So that was it. It wasn't just favoritism. It was a premeditated murder. Leo stood up, put on a mask of utter grief, and threw himself into Linda's arms. "Mom! Did Sister die because she blamed me..." "It's all my fault! I shouldn't have become Valedictorian! I shouldn't have come back!" Linda hugged him tight, crying: "It's not your fault! It's her thin fate! She had no luck!" "My Leo, don't blame yourself, Mom and Dad only have you now!" Watching this scene, I suddenly found it funny. I wanted to laugh, but tears of blood flowed instead. This was the family I treated as my life. If I could do it over. If I could start again... Extreme hatred made my soul begin to burn. The scene around me twisted, darkness surging like a tide. I will drag them all to hell! 4 "Now that Sister survived, am I unwanted again?" A timid voice, trembling with deliberate fear. I snapped my eyes open. I saw the familiar crystal chandelier and the living room filled with flowers. A familiar heartbeat came from my chest, weak but beating. I wasn't dead? I instinctively touched my chest; my palm was warm. In front of me, eighteen-year-old Leo stood in a washed-out T-shirt, carrying a worn backpack, at the entryway. He kept his head down, but his eyes peeked through his bangs, secretly observing everyone's reaction. This scene... It was my eighteenth birthday! And the first day Leo was brought back from the countryside. In my past life, after he said this, Dad was heartbroken, kicked him, and scolded him. Mom hugged me and cried, swearing I was the family's only treasure. And I, foolishly guilty, offered to give him the best room. Inviting the wolf into the house. "Bastard! What nonsense are you spouting!" David's furious voice rang out, raising his foot to kick Leo. This familiar script. In a flash, I moved. "Ah—!" I clutched my chest, letting out a short, painful scream. David's foot stopped mid-air. Linda turned pale with fright, instantly rushing to my side: "Lily! What's wrong? Did he scare you?" I gasped for air, face pale as paper (this body's instinct). With trembling fingers, I pointed at Leo, tears streaming down. "He... his eyes are so scary..." "He said I survived... does he... does he want me dead?" Dead silence. Leo looked up sharply, shock unhidden in his eyes. He didn't expect the sister who was always gentle and saintly to say such things. "I didn't! Sister, that's not what I meant..." he tried to explain. I rolled my eyes back and collapsed into Linda's arms, twitching as I said: "Mom... chest hurts... am I extra... should I make space for him..." Hearing this, Linda's heart broke. The doctor said I couldn't take any stimulation, especially negative emotions. She turned her head sharply, glaring at Leo viciously. That was the look she gave my corpse in the past life. Now, it landed on Leo. "Get out!" Linda screamed. "Who let you talk to your sister like that! Do you want to kill her?!" David reacted too, and that kick finally landed. Only this time, it was harder than the last life. Bang. Leo was kicked into the doorframe, grimacing in pain. I leaned into my mother's arms, the corner of my mouth curling into an imperceptible sneer. Leo. Welcome to my hell.
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