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I Only Had to Die for Mom to Stop Pretending Chapter 9
I drifted in the rain, watching the men in white coats hoist Mom into the back of the van.The moment the door slammed shut, I saw Dad finally shatter. He collapsed to the ground, sobbing like a child.Inside the psychiatric ward, Mom was confined to a private room. Her hysterical wailing had stopped; now, she just sat there in heavy silence.But every day, she would scream at the blank walls."Run! Keep running! Don't you dare slack off!""Four minutes and eight seconds! That's not good enough! Faster!"Her voice echoed through the empty room, sending a chill down the spine of anyone who heard her.Whenever a young nurse came in with her medication, Mom would lunge at her, dropping to her knees and frantically banging her head against the floor."Yvonne, I was wrong. Can you forgive me? I won't push you anymore. You can do whatever you want…" The nurses would turn pale at her outbursts, scrambling to set down the pills before sprinting out the door.Later, she began talking
I Only Had to Die for Mom to Stop Pretending Chapter 8
Mom wailed to the roomful of guests about how hard her life had been, yet not a single word was an apology to me.Dad looked down at her, his voice like ice as he spat, "You have no right to be here. You were so obsessed with avoiding favoritism, weren't you? Fine. Stay away for good."The sobs caught in Mom's throat as the last of the color washed out of her face.Right then, two more people walked through the door.It was Quiana and her dad, a high-ranking official from the Board of Education. Both were dressed gaudily, looking completely out of place in a room steeped in grief.Quiana's dad gave a perfunctory bow before walking over to exchange pleasantries with Dad.Quiana, meanwhile, walked up to my memorial portrait. She stared at my face and muttered under her breath, her voice low enough that she thought no one would hear. "Good riddance. At least now you won't be standing in the way of my university spot."The comment wasn't loud, but Mom's head snapped up, her bloodsho
I Only Had to Die for Mom to Stop Pretending Chapter 7
Mom stumbled back, frantic mumbles spilling from her lips. "Why didn't she tell me sooner? Why did she have to lie to me?"Even now, she was shifting all the blame onto me—a corpse that could no longer speak in its own defense.She refused to accept the truth. She had to get to the hospital and confront the doctor face-to-face. She needed to prove it was all a misdiagnosis, and that I had been the one lying all along.Driven by a manic desperation, she stormed into the hospital and tracked down the middle-aged doctor who had treated me."It was you! You killed my daughter!"She grabbed the doctor by his collar, her face twisted into something barely human. "Why did you give her that fake diagnosis? Did Mateo pay you off?"The doctor simply looked at her calmly, his eyes full of compassion."Ms. Wright, please. Compose yourself."He reached into his desk drawer, pulled out a voice recorder, and pressed play.My voice, frail and pleading, filled the quiet office."Doctor, pleas
I Only Had to Die for Mom to Stop Pretending Chapter 6
"Shut up! Get back to your room! Stop being such an eyesore!" Mom had snapped, cutting me off before I could finish.I never managed to show her that diagnostic report.Now, that report was the thorn buried deepest in her heart.She remembered how I had choked back my words, and how my eyes had pleaded with her in silent desperation.Regret washed over her like a tidal wave. She was a mess of snot and tears, her forehead pressed hard against my cold feet."Yvonne… I was wrong… I shouldn't have yelled at you. Let's celebrate your birthday, okay? We'll get the biggest strawberry cake in town—the one you always loved—"The morgue door was kicked open with a deafening crash.Dad burst in, his eyes bloodshot. He grabbed Mom and flung her aside."Jennifer! Who are you putting on this act for?" His voice shook as he pointed a finger at my body. "Yvonne is dead! She can't hear you anymore! This is all because of you! You were so obsessed with your pathetic reputation and your career th
I Only Had to Die for Mom to Stop Pretending Chapter 5
As it turned out, in Mom's world, my life wasn't worth even a fraction of her reputation.A hollow ache tore through where my heart used to be, leaving a void for the cold wind to howl through.At the hospital, the doctor emerged holding a death notification form."The cause of death was sudden cardiac arrest," he said, "brought on by acute myocarditis."Dad's legs buckled. He collapsed to the floor like a wounded animal with its spine ripped out, letting out a gut-wrenching wail of despair.Mom, however, shot to her feet. She snatched the notification form from the doctor and tore it to shreds."I don't believe it! She ate two full plates of dinner last night and a big bowl of oatmeal this morning. How could she possibly have a heart condition?"She was right.I had forced down those two plates just to put her mind at ease—to show her I was healthy and wouldn't be a burden.I had choked down that bowl of oatmeal to build up enough strength to run a good time, just so she coul
I Only Had to Die for Mom to Stop Pretending Chapter 4
Mom's hands trembled as she took the piece of paper.She unfolded it, revealing the words "ACUTE MYOCARDITIS" in bold, stark letters.Below the diagnosis, the doctor had left specific instructions. "Strict bed rest required. Strenuous exercise is strictly prohibited. High risk of sudden cardiac arrest."The officer flipped the paper over. On the back was my messy, scrawled handwriting."Mom, the doctor says I need to rest, but I don't want you to think I'm just being a drama queen. If I make the top three today, could you please spend my birthday with me this Sunday?" The officer's voice was icy, and the look he gave Mom seethed with indignation.Her face went deathly pale as she stammered out a defense. "I… I didn't know… I was just trying to toughen her up—""Toughen her up?" Coach Miller, who had been giving his statement nearby, suddenly stood up. "Ms. Wright, Yvonne came to you with a written excuse to sit out. But you? You were happy to excuse Quiana for period cramps
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