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A Fake Ransom, a Real Suicide Chapter 10
Just as Emily staggered to her feet and prepared to leave, several debt collectors stepped out and blocked the alleyway."Hello, Ms. Rockwell. You've been hiding for a long time. It's time to settle your debts."Those weren't Diane's debts; they were Emily's. To maintain an image of success, she had taken out an online loan. Back when I was alive, I'd always covered the interest payments for her. After I died, the payments stopped, and the debt eventually came crashing down on her.Fists and kicks rained down on her relentlessly. Emily curled up on the ground, protecting her head. She suddenly felt that this scene was familiar. Back when I'd stepped in front of a knife for her, I had curled up just like this."Harry…"They broke her leg.On a moonless night, they dumped her beneath an overpass and left her among piles of garbage.…A year later, on Independence Day, I sat high above the city, looking down below. Mom sat beside me. She handed me a slice of cake."Eat up, Ha
A Fake Ransom, a Real Suicide Chapter 9
Elliot didn't make it through that winter.Without money for surgery and unable to afford the imported medication he needed, he slowly wasted away in pain until his body finally gave out.Before he died, he clutched Dad's hand, his face gaunt and filled with terror."Dad… I saw Harry. He was standing beside my bed, smiling at me. Has he come to take me with him?"Horrified, Dad jerked his hand away and stumbled back into a corner, shaking uncontrollably.Just like that, Elliot died amidst fear and hallucinations.That same night, Diane gathered the few hundred dollars they had left at home and disappeared. Elliot hadn't even been dead a week, and she'd already fled.Before leaving, she said, "Dad, if those people come looking for me again, tell them we've cut ties. I'm still young. I can't go down with the rest of you."From that day on, Dad lost his mind. Every day, he pushed a cart through the streets, collecting recyclable scraps. Whenever he saw a young man passing by, he'd
A Fake Ransom, a Real Suicide Chapter 8
The first month after my death, disaster struck my family faster than any of them had imagined.Emily filed a claim on my insurance policy, but the result left her numb.The insurance company refused to pay. The reason was simple—herbicide poisoning was ruled an intentional suicide, which wasn't covered under the personal accident policy.To make matters worse, her car was repossessed after she fell behind on payments. Her company fired her because of the public backlash. And being branded as "the woman who drove her fiancé to suicide", she couldn't even find work as a food delivery rider.To escape online harassment, she moved into a basement apartment. Every day, she drowned herself in alcohol to numb the pain.Meanwhile, my so-called family fared even worse.The landlord saw the news and decided the apartment was bad luck. He threw them out overnight. Dad had no choice but to move himself, Diane, and Elliot into a run-down house on the outskirts of the city.One day, the flim
A Fake Ransom, a Real Suicide Chapter 7
Elliot's phone was still glowing on the floor. A flood of hateful messages and comments was pouring into his account."Murderer!""You're a whole family of parasites. You drove your own brother to his death!""Why didn't one of you drink the poison instead?"Among over a hundred thousand viewers, someone had already screen-recorded the livestream and reposted it across the internet.Public outrage exploded, and the police soon came knocking.Although my death was ruled a suicide and no criminal case was filed, my family was drowned in a tidal wave of public condemnation.The next night, they rushed back to the rented apartment I had been staying in, hoping to escape the reporters camped outside.The door swung open. The tiny apartment felt cold and empty. An old notebook sat on the living room table. Emily walked over and opened it. The very first page was covered in handwritten accounts."October 5. Payday. Rent: $225. Dad's medication: $120. Diane's living expenses: $300.
A Fake Ransom, a Real Suicide Chapter 6
The morgue was freezing. A white sheet covered me from head to toe.Outside, the arguing in the hallway was loud enough to penetrate even the soundproof doors.Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the corridor. Emily had slapped Elliot hard across the face."This was your brilliant idea! A prank? You got someone fucking killed!"Elliot clutched his swelling cheek, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe."What gives you the right to hit me? When we were rehearsing, weren't you the one laughing the hardest? You said that if it made the video go viral, it didn't matter if he got a little hurt. And when you shoved him, you didn't hesitate for a second!"Emily's face flushed red with anger. She pointed at him, her finger trembling. "It was your ! If you hadn't been obsessed with landing that stupid sponsorship and insisted on making that video, Harry wouldn't be dead right now!"Diane shoved Emily aside and stepped protectively in front of Elliot."Oh, cut the loving act, Emily.
A Fake Ransom, a Real Suicide Chapter 5
The guest room was so silent that the faint buzz of the overhead light could be heard.The door was wide open. I lay in a pool of blood, my lifeless eyes fixed on the ceiling. The cheerful music drifting in from the living room suddenly felt out of place.Emily was the first to react. She stumbled backward, her high heel slipping in the black blood on the floor."Harry?" For the first time, there was panic in her voice. "Stop messing around. Where did you get this fake blood? Why does it smell so bad?"She didn't dare come closer. Instead, she shouted from several feet away.I didn't answer. Even the faint sound of my breathing was gone.Dad finally snapped to his senses. He strode over, grabbed my collar, and yanked me upright."You little brat! Have you become addicted to playing dead? I'm going to knock some sense into you—"The words got stuck in his throat.My head slumped to one side like a lead ball that lost control. My body was cold and rigid, without the slightest tr
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