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My Last Breath on the Operating Table, Their Last Goodbye at the Crematorium
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The moment I was born, I took her life. They called me a murderer. Marcus used to burn me with cigarette butts, and Dad would say it was my fate. “You’re a curse. If you had any conscience, you’d have gone to join Mom a long time ago to repay what you owe.” When Marcus was diagnosed with kidney failure, that same cold, distant father knelt in front of me. “Please… save him…” I put my hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Dad, I’ll do the surgery. But can you promise me one thing?” Dad performed the surgery himself. It was a success. He saved the son he loved most and took the life of the daughter he hated. But after I died, Dad turned himself in to the police, and Marcus lost his mind.
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My Last Breath on the Operating Table, Their Last Goodbye at the Crematorium Chapter 9
"I won’t let go! She’s not dead. How could she be dead?" Marcus kept muttering, his voice trembling."Marcus, let her go," Uncle Gibson said as he approached, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot. "She lived her whole life for you. Do you want her to have no peace even in death?""Uncle Gibson… I…""Paige had a hard life. Let her be happy now. If you hold on like this, she’ll never be able to rest."Eventually, they took my body from Marcus. He could only watch as my remains were slowly cremated. And I watched too, as I turned to ash, disappearing from this world."Uncle Gibson, I failed Paige. I failed her all along," Marcus said, his voice breaking."It’s too late to dwell on that now. We all failed her. Paige was a good kid, but she was unlucky to be stuck with us. We’re all to blame," Uncle Gibson said softly.After a long silence, Uncle Gibson’s phone rang, startling him. He answered it, and I watched his expression shift from shock to disbelief. The phone slipped from hi
My Last Breath on the Operating Table, Their Last Goodbye at the Crematorium Chapter 8
“Marcus! What’s wrong? Should I call an ambulance?” Mia was panicking, and so was I. I wanted to help him up, but I couldn’t do anything. He was leaning against the doorframe, crying so hard he looked like he was about to pass out.“Don’t worry about me. Just go. I’ll be fine,” he kept saying, his voice breaking as he clutched the family drawing tightly.Mia hesitated but eventually left, asking Marcus to tell her if I came back.Marcus, his face deathly pale, managed a weak nod. “Okay.”……When Dad came home, he found Marcus sitting in my room. He was flipping through my notebook, reading about my days.“Today, Marcus smiled at me. Does this mean he finally sees me as his sister? Mia says her brother treats her so well. She says girls should be pampered. Is that true?“Dad told me today that if I donate my kidney to Marcus, he’ll forgive me. Both Dad and Marcus will forgive me. The surgery is coming up, but I’m not scared! I’m a little superhero who can save my brother!
My Last Breath on the Operating Table, Their Last Goodbye at the Crematorium Chapter 7
Uncle Gibson looked like he was in shock, as if the life had been drained out of him. Then he collapsed to his knees.“We’re both guilty! We’re responsible for all of this! But instead of owning up to our mistakes, we blamed everything on a child!”The entire room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Even Marcus stood frozen, unable to move, while Dad tried to pull him away.“Dad… is what Uncle Gibson said true? Was it really not her fault? I thought she was the one who took Mom’s life!”“It wasn’t her fault at all!” Uncle Gibson shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. “The surgery failed because of us, not her! How could any of this be blamed on a child? It’s a pity that, even after your sister died, you felt no guilt toward her, only hatred.”I didn’t know how to process it. Had all those years of insults and suffering really been just a terrible mistake in the end?They had hated me for so long, wishing I were dead. I hated myself too, believing I was born a murderer. Bu
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Marcus’s eyes widened, his already pale face turning even whiter, as if he was about to faint. Dad caught him just in time and tried to steady him. “Marcus, listen to me. Go back to your room and rest.”“Dad… who is this? How did she end up here? She was so selfish, so stubborn. How could she just be lying here like this?”His voice shook as he glanced around, struggling to make sense of what he was seeing.Seeing him like this, I remembered all those nights I came home late, hoping for some concern from them, only to be met with their harsh words.“You actually came back? Out so late, I thought maybe you weren’t coming back at all.”“Marcus… tonight I…”“I don’t care what you did tonight. If you died out there, it’d be better. You’d be paying back the life you owe since that life was never really yours to begin with.”But now that I was really gone, he looked like this.“Marcus…”“Who is this?! Is this Paige Quinn?! How could she really be dead without my permission?! She h
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“Marcus! Are you feeling better?”“I’m doing much better, Dad. Who was the person that saved me? I’d like to thank her in person for saving my life,” he said, looking at Dad with a weak smile.Dad’s expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly put on a smile and said, “Marcus, you just focus on getting better. I’ve already thanked her on your behalf, and she’s very happy to have been able to help you.”Marcus nodded, relief washing over his tired face. “Once I’m out of the hospital, I want to thank her personally. I owe her my life.”Watching them so at ease together made my heart ache. I realized that without me, their lives would not change at all. If anything, they seemed better than before.Despite everyone’s objections, Uncle Gibson held a funeral for me three days later. Maybe out of guilt or regret, Dad actually showed up.“This is the funeral for my daughter, Paige Gibson. She passed away in a tragic accident. I hope she finds peace and happiness in another world,” Un
My Last Breath on the Operating Table, Their Last Goodbye at the Crematorium Chapter 4
I saw myself lying on the operating table, tears streaming down my cheeks. Dad didn’t even look back as he took Marcus out of the operating room and into recovery.I was left there, alone. It wasn’t until a nurse found my lifeless body, her face pale with shock, that I was taken to the morgue.In the recovery room, Dad stood by Marcus, who was still pale. A doctor walked in, someone I knew well. He was Dad’s former colleague, Uncle Gibson.“Henry, your daughter is gone.”Dad kept his eyes on Marcus, his expression unchanged.“The surgery was successful. Marcus is going to be fine.”Hearing this, I felt my heart tighten with pain. It wasn’t that Dad had lied to me that hurt the most. It was that even in death, he wouldn’t spare me a single glance.“Henry!” Uncle Gibson shouted, grabbing Dad by the collar. “Did you hear me? Your daughter is gone! She was just a child! Do you understand? A child! You knew her condition couldn’t handle surgery, so why did you go through with it? A
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