My words haven't finished yet. My father walked over to her and said, "Lisa, let's go out for a walk."
"No!"
"Okay!"
Both my mother and I spoke at the same time.
She patted my head like comforting a child and said, "Good girl, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, she followed my father and left.
I was so angry that tears were swirling in my eyes.
I caught sight of a sickle placed in the corner of the wall.
I grabbed it and followed them.
They were walking in front.
I followed not too far behind.
If it didn't work, I would kill him with a sickle.
Then I sighed.
My new body was only thirteen or fourteen years old. It was difficult for me to kill him.
After walking for a while, my mother and my father stopped by the river to chat.
I squatted angrily on the grass not far from them, pretending to cut grass.
Watching my mother being amused by him, I squatted on the grass, feeling extremely frustrated.
Well, I couldn't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs.
I took the sickle and fiercely cut my arm.
In an instant, blood gushed from the wound.
I screamed.
My heartbreaking cries startled the cicadas on the trees into silence.
My mother hurriedly ran over to me and asked, "What's wrong with you?"