Mom Went Crazy After I Died

Three months after I died, Mom sent evidence of Denise Taylor's plagiarism to her fashion design company—proof that she had copied a renowned designer's work. It didn't take long for Denise to be labeled a disgraced designer and fired from the company. That evening, Dad went home with his face twisted in fury. The moment he opened the door, he hurled my favorite piggy bank against the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "Nicole," he snarled, pointing a finger at Mom, "you will go to Denise's company right now and tell her boss that the evidence you sent was fake. Do you even realize what you've done? Because of your nonsense, Denise lost the job she worked ten years!" Mom, gaunt and pale as she sat on the couch, barely moved. But when the piggy bank broke, something inside her snapped. She leaped from the couch and dropped to the floor, frantically gathering the shards of ceramic with trembling hands. Her fingers were cut by the sharp fragments piercing her palms

Mom fainted from blood loss. Normally, whenever she passed out, she'd wake up in half an hour, but this time, she was out cold the entire day. Panic gripped me. I was terrified something had gone horribly wrong. Desperate, I tried using Mom's phone to dial 911 for help, but no matter how hard I tried, my hand passed right through it. I glanced at Mom's pale, lifeless face, and the pain in my chest surged so violently that, before I knew it, my soul had been drawn to where Dad was. I didn't know how it happened, but suddenly I was there, next to him. Under the dim, flickering light, Dad was gently helping Denise toward the bed. "Your headaches seem to be getting worse again," he said gently, "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."Denise stumbled, collapsing into his arms with a fragile, helpless sigh. "I'll be fine," she murmured. "It's just… thinking about how much my sister hates me, it hurts so much." "I really don't understand," she continued, "what do I have to do

Dad came home at 9 p.m., and of course, Denise was with him. The sight of Mom lying on the floor, her face pale and lifeless, only caused him to frown slightly as he said, "Now you know what pain feels like, huh? Do you even remember when you sent those fake documents to Denise's company, accusing her of plagiarizing a famous designer? You got her fired. Do you know how much that hurt her?" "Did you know Denise's depression worsened because of you? She almost jumped off a building!"His tone turned condescending. "So what if you've been suspended? It's no big deal. Maybe it's even better that you're not a doctor anymore. Now you'll have time to stay home and take care of Mary. You were always too busy with your job and never cared for her properly. If she weren't so mature, she would have abandoned a mother like you long ago." Hearing Dad use me to torment Mom, my anger exploded. Hatred surged through me, overwhelming every thought. I couldn't take it anymore.I rushed at him,

Mom drove the syringe into Denise's back again, more viciously than before. "Denise, you've always been this wretched, haven't you? I used to be afraid of you, afraid you'd destroy my family, my life. But now... Mary is gone. What do I have left to fear?" Mom's voice dripped with bitterness. "Don't worry, someone as wicked as me? If I'm going to meet Mary, I'll make sure I bring you along." As she spoke, Mom grabbed Denise by the hair and dragged her toward the balcony, all the while stabbing the syringe repeatedly into her back.Watching this horrific scene unfold before me, my vision blurred with rage. My eyes turned crimson as I rushed forward. "Mom, no! Mom, please don't! I don't want you to die. I don't need you to come down here with me. I want you to live, live well!" But no matter how much I screamed, Mom couldn't hear me. She kept pushing Denise closer and closer to the edge, half of Denise's body already dangling outside the balcony. Her shrieks echoed through the

Mom stopped crying, and the sorrow that once filled her heart seemed to vanish. Now, her face was always adorned with a smile. She had become a completely different person—confident and fierce. After being discharged from the hospital, she wasted no time. Gathering a group of people, she stormed into Denise's house and turned the place upside down. At that time, Grandpa and Grandma were also living with Denise. Seeing Mom's aggressive behavior, they immediately jumped to defend Denise. "You wicked creature! How dare you wreck our house!" Grandpa and Grandma shouted, raising their hands to hit Mom. But Mom dodged their blows easily, and with a swift, sharp motion, she slapped Denise across the face. "Go on, hit me. Every time you touch me, I'll hit her." Without hesitation, Mom grabbed Denise by the hair and slammed her head to the floor. "You piece of trash! Did you enjoy feeding off my pain, making your life better at my expense? You think you've ruined me, don't you? Bu