My Sister Faked Her Paralysis

When I was seven, my sister and I were kidnapped at the same time. The cash my parents brought was only enough to save one child, so they chose to save me first. Because of that, my sister was raped by the kidnappers, and both of her legs were broken. After that, I became the sinner of the family, spending every day trying to atone for what had happened. On Christmas Day, just because my cooking didn't suit my sister's taste, my parents locked me in my room. My soul drifted out of my body, and I was shocked to see my sister, who had supposedly been disabled for twenty years, walking around perfectly fine. She kicked her wheelchair aside and complained, "I'm tired of pretending to be disabled after all these years." Mom said, "Sweetheart, if you didn't pretend to be disabled, Sophie wouldn't serve you willingly." Dad chimed in, "Exactly. After all, the three of us worked together to deceive her back then. You can't let the truth slip." So the twenty years I spent atoning for my sins had all been one big lie. Almost a week later, they finally remembered to come home. By then, I was already a corpse.