These comments called me “Sis,” but they were
just using me as a tool for their romance.
In their hearts, only the male leads‘ pain
mattered.
Ethan’s eyelashes fluttered, and he
subconsciously reached out to touch my head,
as he used to do.
But he quickly withdrew his hand, sneering.
“Do you think we’ll pity you if you use this kind
of trick? If you want to die, go die somewhere
else. Don’t be an eyesore here!”
Ethan glared at me, quickly calling people in to
tie me up.
I struggled in panic. “What are you doing?”
“You want to die? I won’t let you have your way.
I’ll make you wish you were never born!”
They threw me into a mental hospital, which
was owned by Chad. I recognized it, because it
was Chad’s property.
I was tied to the bed. Chad came in with his
phone, speaking sweetly on the phone, calling
the person on the other end “Sis.”
く
“Sis, get some rest. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be
there for you and Ethan’s wedding!”
But when he looked at me, his eyes were filled
with disgust.
“Ha, Ethan told me you were trying to kill
yourself again to get attention. Sarah, you’re so
pathetic!”
[OMG, the bratty puppy, Chad, is here!]
[He’s deliberately bullying sis to get her
attention because he’s jealous that she’s always
with the fiancé and big bro.]
[LOL, he’s calling his sister in front of her to
make her jealous. So cute.]
The boy that the comments called cute and
bratty was now cursing me with the cruelest
words.
<
He was my childhood sweetheart, Chad, my
little brother since I was little.
When he was fifteen, we were skiing together
when there was an avalanche. I dug him out of
the snow bit by bit and carried him out of the
snow mountain.
I was severely frostbitten and went to the ICU.
After Chad woke up, he kept guard outside the
hospital room, not sleeping for several days and
nights.
He stayed there for as long as I was
unconscious.
When I finally woke up, he jumped into my
arms, crying, saying that I was stupid.
“I’d rather die myself than have anything
happen to you.”
He was sincere, and I touched his head,
comforting him with a smile.
The Chad in my memory was completely
different from this one.
“You like to threaten to die? Then enjoy it in my mental hospital.”
Chad waved his hand, and a group of people in
white coats came forward.
They came with syringes and medicine bottles,
sticking needles into my arms without saying a
word.
I struggled desperately, and couldn’t help
calling Chad’s name.
Save me, for the sake of saving him from the
snow mountain.
But Chad just glanced at me, quickly closing his
eyes and leaving.
<
Those people stuffed unknown drugs into my
mouth, washing them down with water.
I closed my eyes in despair, tears streaming
down my cheeks.
I spent almost all of these months in hell.
When I woke up, they force–fed me medicine
and injections, gave me electric shocks, and fed
me expired, moldy food.
I was living like a ghost, without even the
strength to kill myself.
[Does anyone else think this is a bit much? Why
is the lead letting the lead be abused like this?]
[What do you know? This is what the angsty
story needs to go through. It’ll be sweet after
this.]
