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Chapter 2 Bound Soul

Penulis: Anonymous
My mother's face fell. "She doesn't need that chance. I bet going abroad is just going to turn her already dark heart darker."

Leila said sweetly, "Please, Mom, it's alright. I know she did this for a reason."

My mother looked at her gently. "You're a sweet girl. That little witch took advantage of you."

Leila had the knack of saying what my parents wanted to hear the most. Even if I were to come back to life and tell my parents about all the evil things Leila did, they would only slap me in return and call me a lying witch who was jealous of my sister.

Well, I was used to the treatment, anyway.

Then, my brother, Harold Greenhorn, came storming into the room and checked on Leila. The moment he was hit with the news, he booked the next flight back home and didn't stop until he got here.

Like our parents, Leila was the only one he cared about. He eventually confirmed that Leila was fine, and he heaved a sigh of relief. Then, his face took on a mask of fury.

"I told you Sheila's a curse on our family. She's been attacking Leila ever since she was born!"

Leila, in a cloying voice, pleaded, "It's alright, Harold. I know she didn't hurt me on purpose."

The family was livid. My father slammed the table. "How dare she hurt you?"

My mother gnashed her teeth. "That little bastard! I'll kill her!"

There was venom in Harold's eyes. I swore he would have ripped me to pieces if he could.

Leila's heart skipped a beat. She was worried they might see through her act if she went overboard. Quickly, she added, "Please don't get mad at Sheila. Maybe I was imagining things. She is still my sister. She would never have hurt me."

Harold poked her forehead lovingly. "This is why you're hurt. You trust people too easily."

"Oh, I'm so lucky I have you as my daughter. Fine, alright. We'll leave her to fate. You just need to rest up," my mother said.

The soft rays of the setting sun shone into the room, showering Leila's bed with the evening's warmth. I watched the family—my family—share a tender moment together, yet all I could taste was bitterness.

My soul didn't belong here. I was not a part of this family, perhaps. They saw me as nothing more than a stray. I wanted to run, to escape, yet my soul was bound to my mother's vicinity. I couldn't speak or even defend myself against their insults.
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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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