Chapter 2

“Connor!” Chanel screamed from behind me.

The wind blew past my ears. I closed my eyes and let go.

As my body was about to fall, though, a hand gripped my collar so hard that my neck hurt from the momentum.

Chanel had poked half her body over the edge, her wrist smashing into the broken glass. Blood poured from her wound, dripping onto my face.

She dragged me back over the edge, and we both fell onto the cold marble floor.

Next to me, my mother was screaming shrilly. “Are you crazy?!”

My father trembled with rage, jabbing a finger at my nose. “You tried to kill yourself in front of your family over a heart transplant?! Look how badly your sister got hurt trying to save you!”

I looked at them coldly, collapsed on the floor like a rag. My sister gritted her teeth, shoving her mangled hand in my face with bloodshot eyes.

“Look at this! I almost shredded my tendons to save you!

“Connor, if you have a conscience, you should know how patient we’ve been with you! How much longer will you keep throwing tantrums?!”

I looked at the blood pouring from her hand. It was painfully crimson, but my heart was not moved in the slightest.

Suddenly, I laughed. Louder and louder, my chest rising and falling violently, until I coughed blood.

“A conscience?” I pulled away Chanel’s bloodied fingers and wiped the blood off onto my scrubs in disgust.

“Chanel, what right do you have to talk to me about a conscience?

“You cut your hand, and you say it hurts. But what about two years ago?”

Chanel’s body gave a huge jolt.

I glared at her, my voice chilling. “Two years ago, Marcus lost that hip-hop dance competition because he wasn’t as skilled as me. He cried, saying it was his dream to complete, so you stuffed me in a sack and pulled me into a dark alley after my practice session.

“And then you smashed my right kneecap with a metal bat, one inch at a time!

“You said that only if I quit due to my injuries would Marcus naturally be able to take center stage.”

The air around me seemed to freeze. Chanel went deathly pale, her eyes trembling.

I turned around to look at my parents, who were equally bloodless.

“As for you two…” I smirked coldly. “You checked the surveillance footage and knew that she was the one who maimed me. But to protect your darling daughter and make it up to poor Marcus, you personally destroyed the footage.”

They thought they hid the truth so well. They thought I did not know anything.

My mother’s knees went weak, and she nearly collapsed. Her lips trembled, but she could not make a sound.

“Marcus has nothing, while you have everything. What’s wrong with giving him the limelight for once?” I said sarcastically, mimicking my father’s tone earlier. “And now you even gave him my life. What kind Samaritans you are.”

I propped myself up from the cold floor and gave them one last look. They were dead in my eyes.

“You’ve made it up to poor Marcus, so it’s time for me to leave the stage forever. I wish you all a lifetime of nightmares.”

With that, I turned to leave.

However, my sister scrambled to grab me like a lunatic.