I was trapped, helpless, as they devoured me piece by piece.
Half asleep, I heard Louise's venomous words.
"Oliver's surgery was successful? Thank God!
"What's that? Is the brat's bleeding out? Only Oliver's rare blood can save her?
"Oliver's health is fragile. He needs to get into a top university.
"That worthless girl should've died long ago! What do I care what happens to her..."
I felt abandoned, betrayed, and choked on breath and hope.
"Mom, save me! Didn't you say you wanted to make it up to me?
"I don't want to die!"
I screamed desperately in my mind, but no echo reached my ears.
I died.
I died in a putrid morgue.
I died drowning in endless hatred and resentment.
I hated them!
How could my family members be so vicious...
2
When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in that so-called home.
For the first time, I was served spaghetti at the dinner table, a treatment I'd never experienced before.
Louise flashed a smile and said, "Grace, Oliver is anemic now. You'll have to donate blood for him, won't you?"
Dad's voice was low but carried an undeniable command.
"You're siblings, both with the rare blood type. You need to help each other out."