"What a useless piece of shit! She can't even handle a little frustration. It's better for her to die and be reborn soon!"
"How much homework will she miss again? Will her graduation be delayed?? Why doesn't she want to graduate soon? I'm so mad!"
My father pursed his lips without saying anything. After putting Oliver to bed, he pushed open the door of my room.
He saw a few large blood-red words displayed on my wall which were particularly eye-catching.
[Mom, if I die, will I no longer be useless?]
My father's heart trembled as he searched around anxiously.
My diary was on the desk, with a line of words on it.
[Mom, you are a murderer just like them.]
His heart was pounding and when he was about to open the diary ....
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Police!"
