It was because the person lying there was me, her sister.
As for my mother, I felt guilty and afraid.
I didn't know how to face my mother. She had both legs amputated to save me.
Every night, I beat my legs in self-blame.
Why wasn't I the one who had the legs amputated?
Before I died, those men came to my home and wanted to see Jocelyn frequently.
They look ferocious and scary.
They were going to wait for Jocelyn on the road.
I was so scared that Jocelyn would meet them.
Therefore, I lied and said I was Jocelyn.
They didn't know what Jocelyn looked like, so they mistook me for her.
They took me into their van.
I was scared.
I thought they would, at most, teach me a lesson, but I didn't expect to be unable to come back.
Jocelyn remembered something and went out with her phone.
She went to call Tristan.
"Tristan, don't run around during these day. Be cautious all the time, OK?
"Be good. I'll buy you Lego when I get home."
The house is full of Tristan's Legos.
I wished Jocelyn could love me once.
However, she hated me. She hated me so much.
She didn't know I had died to save her.
If she knew, she must feel even more disgusted.
She would hate me to death.
Jocelyn locked herself in the room.