Sculpted in Death

The moon waned and became full again.Brenda finally thought of me. She took her phone out to check. Her mouth twisted into a smirk. "She's not coming home even when it's a holiday. What on earth is she up to these days?"Layla lay sprawled across the couch. She was on cloud nine. Recently, her piece made it through the preliminary rounds and entered the final round of the competition.Photos of the sculpture had gone viral on the internet. Many experts were impressed by her work. People started referring to Layla with the title of a sculpting prodigy.The glory she earned was built upon my remains. Yet, I had to sit in a corner and listen to her slandering my name endlessly.Layla pretended to look at her phone. "Hazel told me she won't be back for the holidays. Maybe she's celebrating with her boyfriend?"That was complete nonsense. I never had a boyfriend.I furrowed my brows as I could not understand why she would lie like that.Brenda's eyes hardened after she heard Layla'

Just as his gaze was about to fall on that spot, Brenda crouched down and swiftly grabbed the snapped finger.My heart sank the moment Colin left the venue.In the car, Philip, who had too much to drink, was snoring loudly in his sleep. He was still immersed in the joy of being in the limelight earlier.Brenda had one hand on the steering wheel. A deep frown creased her forehead. She was still clutching the snapped finger in her hand.She took out her phone. Her finger hovered above my profile photo for quite some time. Eventually, she seemed to have made up her mind.Brenda pressed the voice recording button. Her tone was unusually gentle. "Hazel, are you free to drop by home these days? I miss you."I looked up in shock. For some reason, I felt rather unsettled when I noticed the demanding look on Brenda's face from the rearview mirror's reflection.Brenda waited for quite a while but did not get any replies. She pursed her lips and spat, "That conniving wench, she thinks she'

When they received the phone call from the police, Brenda looked at her haggard face in the mirror and curled her lips with satisfaction.Although I had an inkling that he was involved, I was still quite surprised when I saw Colin at the police station. I wondered if he had really visited the Larson residence because of me.Brenda rushed toward Colin the second she spotted him. "You thief! Give the sculpture back to us!"Colin furrowed his brows and took a few steps away.On the other hand, Brenda seemed completely heartbroken as she tried to reach and hit Colin. Behind her, Layla acted as though she was trying her best to hold Brenda back.One of the police officers cast Colin a glance. Then, he gripped Brenda by her shoulder and had her sit on a chair.The officer told the Larsons they had received a police report saying that there were human remains hidden inside the sculpture. The authorities were working on verifying the deceased's identity at the moment.Brenda buried her

Brenda pulled Layla into her arms. She had a slightly reproachful look on her face. "What are you getting so anxious about? People can say whatever they want, but so can you."That useless wench is gone for good anyway. You can pretty much say whatever you want now, don't you think?"There was no denying that Brenda was a cool-headed and sensible person. Sadly, her capabilities were all wasted on helping Layla clean up the mess she made.Layla cooled down and swiftly typed her reply on her social media page."My little sister was a kind and sensitive person. She always tried to look confident and optimistic around others."However, she was actually ill for a very long time. The doctor said that she displayed strong suicidal tendencies. Even though our family tried our best to help her, it didn't produce the results we had hoped for."She was in a lot of pain back when she was still alive. Yet, people are still talking about her like this even when she's dead. As her family member