But Dad just looked at me with eyes like ice. "She is a ten-year-old child. Is she capable of such a lie?"
Mom roared in fury. "Michelle Fox! You rely on this System to act lawless!"
"If we don't discipline you now, you'll end up rotting in prison!"
"You like using revival so much? Fine! I'll let you use it until you drop!"
From that day on, I never saw kindness in their eyes again. Their control became suffocating. The slightest mistake earned me harsh verbal abuse. Whenever Grace got sick or scraped a knee, they forced me to use a revival on her.
I held a thousand grievances in my heart, but I had no way to voice them.
I fell silent. Eliana didn't pry. She just hugged me gently and patted my back.
Her embrace was warm. It reminded me of how Mom used to hold me when I was sick as a child.
That memory gave me strength—the strength to fulfill my final wish.
I wanted to say a proper goodbye to Dad and Mom. Then, I would find a quiet place to die alone.
As I reached the front door of our house, my parents were just walking out.
When Mom saw me, her expression darkened instantly. She pulled the car keys from her purse and threw them at me. They hit my chest with a dull thud.