Five years in the correctional school didn’t get me a windowed room and now I also didn’t get a windowed room in my own house. I looked at them and nodded. “Okay, her health is most important.”
Relief crossed their faces, as if saying, “You’ve grown up.” I turned, a cold smile on my lips. Since they cared for her health, I’d let her get some sun.
That night, I spent all my savings to buy a high-powered medical UV lamp from a secondhand dealer.
I entered the master bedroom that used to be mine. Beatrice was asleep, smiling. I quietly moved the large disinfection lamp to her bedside.
I aimed it at her face, plugged it in and set it for one hour. A strong bluish-purple light filled the room eerily.
When finished, I closed the door and hid in the dark, silently counting like in solitary confinement. One, two, three...
About thirty minutes later, a scream shattered the villa. “Ah! My face! My eyes!”
The whole family woke up, panicked and rushed to Beatrice’s room. She was screaming on the bed, her face red and swollen, covered with tiny blisters.
My dad saw my calm face at the doorway, noticed the blue light by the bed, pointed at me and shouted, “Elena! You did this?!”