The next day, I went out and prepared a special medical kit for him.
Inside, besides regular cold medicine, there were special treatments for injuries caused by sticks and knives.
That night, the man sat quietly as I treated his wounds.
He picked up a bottle of antiseptic, stared at the instructions, and fell silent.
I watched him, trying to read his expression.
Suddenly, he looked at my body with anger on his face.
"All this useless stuff. If you hadn't pretended to be your sister, I wouldn't have done this."
"Now you're dead, and I have to go on the run."
But I never intended to impersonate my sister.
I rushed forward, trying to stop him from getting closer.
But no matter how hard I tried, it was useless.
I could only watch helplessly.
Watch as I slowly turned into pieces.
Would no one ever discover the truth?
6
On the fifteenth day after my death, my parents still hadn't contacted me.
My sister and her new husband went on their honeymoon, and my parents were closely following her updates on social media, never once thinking about me.
When the police called, my father angrily snapped,