Maggie avoided my hand, smirking triumphantly.
“That necklace was my mother’s! Give it back to me!”
I didn’t care about anything else, but I couldn’t let this go.
When I lunged for it, she stepped back.
As I stumbled and fell to the floor, she laughed mockingly.
“Look at you. Where’s that campus belle aura you used to have? You’re nothing but a joke now, looking like a beggar.”
When I tried to get up, she kicked me in the back, watching me struggle. Then she stomped on my hand.
“Tell me, what’s the point of living like this? Nora, Mitchell doesn’t want you anymore. You’re the most useless person in this house!”
She walked to the window, holding the necklace, and slowly loosened her grip.
“You want it? Too bad—I’m not giving it to you.”
“No!” I grabbed her leg, shoving her aside, and lunged at her like a madwoman.
“Maggie! You’ve already taken Mitchell! You’ve taken this house! Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
I didn’t know how it happened, but when I came to, Maggie was clutching her stomach, collapsing in pain.
“Maggie!”
Mitchell stood at the door, his face a mix of shock and fury, shouting her name.
“My stomach hurts,” Maggie cried, looking at me tearfully. “Nora, why did you push me?”
Mitchell’s slap landed with full force, sending me to the ground, my head buzzing.
“Nora! You’re despicable! After all this time, you haven’t learned a thing! I don’t want to see you ever again!”
He scooped Maggie into his arms and left without looking back.
As they left, Maggie shot me a vengeful look. Her lips moved as she said silently, “You’re done for.”
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That look, that moment, overlapped with memories of our high school graduation.
An overwhelming fear gripped me.
Was I going to be sent back to that hellish place? Was Mitchell going to abandon me again?
No! I couldn’t go back!
Terrified, I burst into tears and ran after Mitchell, grabbing his arm.
“I didn’t push her! Mitchell, please believe me!”
“Get off me! Do you even realize she’s pregnant? You’re trying to kill her! I should’ve left you in that school forever! How could I have such a cruel sister? Why don’t you just die?”
He flung my hand away and left, just like before, not once looking back.
My face stung, but all I could hear was his voice echoing in my mind.
“Why don’t you just die?”
That sentence merged with the nightmares of my days in school, where every moment felt worse than death.
“Mitchell, you might not know this, but I’ve already thought about dying so many times…”
Rolling up my sleeves, I stared at the scars on my arms, a testament to all the times I couldn’t go on.
I walked to the window, looking down at where the necklace had fallen, and dialed Mitchell’s number.
“Mitchell, if I die, will you believe me then? I didn’t push her. She took Mom’s necklace.”
“Then go ahead and die!”
His voice on the other end was impatient and harsh.
Sitting on the windowsill, I dropped the phone and let out a resigned laugh. Then, with my eyes closed, I let myself fall backward.
