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Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me
Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me
Auteur: Anonymous

Chapter 1 Unfair Parents

Auteur: Anonymous
Moments before my death, my soul drifted toward my mother. My mother was right beside my sister, worry etched on her face. She prayed, "Leila, you'll be alright. You'll be alright. Please wake up."

"I can't believe Sheila didn't even keep an eye on her. She had one job!" My father was furious. "That heartless girl! I'm going to kill her!"

I watched the whole thing unfold, my heart—if souls had heart—filled with bitterness. No, my father didn't have to do anything. I was dead. Their apathy killed me.

The hospital's doctors surrounded Leila Greenhorn's bed. They made sure she was fine besides a few scratched bones, and an older doctor said carefully, "Are you sure we can ignore Sheila, ma'am? The car crash hit her hard, too."

My mother's concern turned into disgust. She roared, "What is she up to this time? Faking her death again? Does she even have any idea how much she's hurt her sister?"

I stared at my mother, and pain stabbed my cold, dead heart. I was her daughter, too, yet she didn't seem to care about me.

Then, my mother grabbed her phone and called me. A nurse held the phone closer to my ear. I was hoping for concern. A hint of worry, at least, but instead, all I got was an insult. "When are you going to get over here, Sheila? Apologize to your sister!"

And my heart went cold. I lost the last sliver of hope I had for my mother.

She never cared about me. I should've seen that coming. When we were taken to the hospital, I begged for her help, but all she had to say was, "This isn't the time to take any attention away from your sister! She almost had a bone fracture!"

She then led all the hospital's doctors to tend to my sister. Of course, she had no time for me. She had no love for me.

Even the nurse thought this was absurd. "Ma'am, she's going to die."

My mother, adamant that I was just messing around, sneered. "How much did that bastard pay you for this act? I can't believe that she can go this far."

And then, Leila woke up from her fake faint. Weakly, she said, "Dad, Mom, how's Sheila?"

My mother looked at her sweet little daughter, and the disgust on her face turned heavier. "Honestly, Sheila, grow up. Look at your sister. She's still worried about you even after you hurt her. You have three minutes. Either you get over here and apologize to your sister, or you're never seeing me again."

My mother hung up, her chest heaving from rage. My father was displeased. "Why do you want her here? She has hurt Leila enough."

Leila hid away her smug look and hung her head low. Then, she put on a mask of guilt and looked at our parents. "It's alright, you two. She's upset about me taking her chance to study abroad. I can understand why she's mad."

That was laughable. Even when I was dead, sister dearest still tried to drive the wedge between me and my parents deeper.

I didn't expect my folks to see through her act, of course. She was the perfect child in their eyes. She could do no wrong, while I was a problem child.

Naturally, they would never expect the car crash to be an orchestrated event, all thanks to their dear daughter.
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    The soul of my killer was destroyed, and that, to me, was another form of justice. My mother was suffering. Her failures were tormenting her. One moment, she would cry, and the other, she would laugh.Sometimes something would drive her insane, and sometimes she would hit anyone in her line of sight. Sometimes that person would be herself. Every time that happened, it would take more than a couple of cops to pin her down.They had to call in a doctor from the asylum. My mother was diagnosed with a trauma-induced mental illness, and she was taken to the asylum.She got worse. Every time she saw someone, she would say, "I have a daughter. Her name's Sheila, and she's a postgrad student at a world-famous university. She's studying abroad. You can meet her when she comes back. Oh, she's a sweet and beautiful girl."Sometimes she would snap out of her madness, and every time she did, she would sit on her bed and look out the window. Maybe it was because of the bond we had, I could feel

  • Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me   Chapter 8 Justice

    The truth shocked my family. Harold and my father stared at Leila in disbelief, while everyone else fell into silence.My mother snapped out of her shock and lunged at Leila. She gripped Leila's clothes tightly, hissing, "You filthy murderer! How could you? That's your sister! You killed your sister!"Rage was going to get the better of my mother. She was about to hit Leila, but the cops stopped her. That was the first time my mother raised her hand against Leila.Now that the cat's out of the bag, Leila had nothing to lose. She cackled like a maniac and turned her gaze to my mother, but there was not an ounce of warmth in her eyes. "Filthy? Me? You taught me everything I know. Oh, please, don't be a hypocrite."You're the one who summoned all the doctors to my room, not me. You're the one who killed her. She missed her surgery thanks to you. My plan worked all thanks to you!"Every word Leila said struck my mother hard. She froze up like a statue, her soul trapped by the mistakes

  • Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me   Chapter 7 Evidence

    A few days later, my mother held an… acceptable funeral. Besides friends and family, the doctors at my mother's hospital showed up as well. I saw the nurse who helped me among the crowd.She came up to my grave, holding a bouquet. "I'm sorry. If I were a bit braver, maybe you would've lived."She was the only one among all these people who even tried to help me, and she was also the only one who apologized. My mother, however, didn't even feel the least bit apologetic.She was mocking me. Insulting me. As if that would ease her sins. "She's always been the naughty brat. She tried to kill her sister because she couldn't let go of the past, and that got her killed instead."Everyone knew my mother loved my sister more than she loved me, and they knew how much I'd suffered, but they didn't want to get in trouble. Instead, they consoled my mother. They did not mean it, of course.But then, police sirens blared, and a group of cops came barging through the throng. They stopped in front

  • Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me   Chapter 6 Regret

    I only looked healthy because I was dying from my ruptured heart, and adrenaline was pumping through my veins like it was on steroids. My mother—being the director of a hospital—would've noticed that if she'd just kept a closer eye on me, yet she didn't. She only cared about my sister. My father extended his arms. He probably wanted to hold my face, but I had a hideous death, so his arms froze in midair.Harold and Leila came to the morgue after they got the news. My parents' dejected looks rang the alarm bells in Leila's head. She rushed over to my body and went on her knees. Loudly, she said, "Why? Why did you do this, Sheila? Just because I took your chance to study abroad? You would kill yourself just to get back at me?"She bawled her eyes out and bent her body lower, as if she was beating herself up for her crimes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. None of this would've happened if I just…" She started slapping herself violently.My parents and Harold set aside their sorrow and pulle

  • Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me   Chapter 5 Dead Body

    My mother was shaken, and she froze. She combed through her memories, reliving the car crash. A frown creased her forehead, and she confidently answered, "Impossible. Leila was in the same car. If Leila's fine, why isn't she? It couldn't have hurt that badly."I know this is another trick of hers. She's trying to steal my attention away from Leila. I told you to stop playing along with her, or you're both getting it!"My mother's refusal to believe the truth exasperated the nurse. She sighed. "I'm not lying, ma'am. Just make a trip to the morgue and see for yourself."That made my mother nervous. She paced around her room, her steps heavy yet flustered. "I can't believe you bitches are trying to fool me. How dare you!"My mother hung up before the nurse could say anything. My father, perhaps sensing my mother's fury, opened the door. "I could hear you shout. Zacharias is still around, you know."My mother crossed her arms and gripped her phone tightly. Helpless, she looked at her

  • Mom’s Bias: She Chose My Sister Over Me   Chapter 4 The Call

    They got home, and Leila threw herself onto the couch. "I'm hungry," she said. Harold ran into the kitchen, eager to show Leila the new cooking he had just learned. Harold never did any housework, yet for Leila, he went through pages and pages of healthy recipes.He didn't want his precious sister to even feel a bit uncomfortable. My father whipped out the latest console and said it was her present, to celebrate her escaping the jaws of death.My mother cleaned every inch of Leila's room and sprinkled all sorts of plants around the place. "Fresh air helps with recovery."All Leila did was play her console on the couch, and the whole family was already serving her like she was a princess.They had another guest in the room—my soul. This was my home, or it was supposed to be. For years, it was nothing but an ice-cold prison for me.Someone rang the doorbell, and I saw a familiar figure outside. My boyfriend, Zacharias Francestine. The first thing he did after coming in was show co

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