FAZER LOGINI lived a wonderful, wonderful life.My new parents loved each other deeply, and they loved me just as much. They were kind, understanding, and always there whenever I needed them. Their affection came so naturally that I never once wondered whether I deserved it.I also had an older brother who never missed a chance to tease me. Yet whenever I needed protection, he was always the first to stand up for me.I grew up healthy and happy, went to school, and made friends who stayed by my side through the years. Like anyone else, I experienced my share of joys and sorrows. However, I was always surrounded by people who understood and accepted me for who I was.By the end of my life, I had experienced everything I'd once wished for. And when I finally passed away peacefully of old age, I had no regrets.The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself back in the System's familiar white space.It greeted me and began copying the memories and emotions I'd gathered throughout my lifetime.
Olivia had to be out of her mind to believe I was anything like her. I would never throw myself into danger just to be seen by people who never cared about me in the first place. I tightened my grip on the knife handle and looked her straight in the eye. "Put the knife down and get the hell out, or we can both die right here." At that moment, the hospital room door slammed open, and a crowd flooded in. The instant they saw the knife pressed to Olivia's throat, the room exploded into chaos, voices colliding in a storm of shouts. "Emma! What the hell are you doing?" Olivia's grip slipped away instantly. In a heartbeat, she transformed from menacing to terrified, her whole body shaking as tears poured down her cheeks. "Mom! Dad!" she cried. "Emma!" Maria screamed, rushing toward us with her face drained of color. "Let Olivia go!" Joe was just as frantic, though his fear came out as anger. "Emma, put that knife down! Have you completely lost your mind?" Jake stood rooted
The Morgan family's picture-perfect life had been falling apart ever since I stopped letting them use me as their punching bag.For years, whenever something went wrong, I took the blame. As long as everyone had me to direct their anger at, they could keep pretending they were one big, happy family. But now that I refused to play along, the problems they'd ignored for years were finally catching up with them.My parents were miserable, Jake had practically shut himself away from the world, and Jude wasn't doing much better. None of them seemed to know how to handle what was happening, and the family they'd worked so hard to keep together was slowly falling apart.It was only a matter of time before Olivia came looking for me.When she finally appeared in my hospital room, her face was pale, and a thick white bandage encased her wrist. Still, she greeted me with the same sweet smile she'd always worn whenever she wanted to seem innocent."Hey, Emma."I didn't respond. I just wat
Jake must have told everyone what I'd said to him, because Jude showed up at my hospital room that very evening. It was the first time he'd come to see me in ages, and judging by the large bloodstains on his clothes, he'd probably come straight from Olivia's side.He stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. Then, without even asking how I was doing, he said, "I know Olivia made mistakes, but she almost died this time. Isn't that enough? Hasn't she paid the price for it all?"I didn't bother answering. I simply grabbed the first thing I could reach on my bedside table and hurled it at him. When he didn't move, I grabbed something else and threw that, too.Jude didn't try to dodge or protect himself. He just stood there while I threw one thing after another until nothing was left within reach.…By then, blood was dripping from his nose. He slowly raised a hand to wipe it away, stared at the red smear on his palm, then looked bac
After everything that happened, my family seemed terrified that I might try to end my life again. They removed every sharp object from my hospital room, and even the windows were locked shut.Jake and my parents visited me every day.All three had lost a noticeable amount of weight. Judging by their exhausted faces, none of them slept well.I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry for them, though. Most of the time, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, ignoring them until they finally left.Whenever one of them tried to talk to me, I'd open my eyes, look straight at them, and ask them to let me die.After hearing the same request again and again, they eventually stopped trying to start conversations. Instead, they sat quietly beside my bed, occasionally glancing at me as if they had something to say but feared what I might say in return.I preferred it that way anyway because we had nothing left to talk about.…One afternoon, Jake came to visit me alone.He looked more exhau
I'd always known I could never compete with Olivia for my biological parents' love. Looking back, I think I understood that from the very first day we met.I still remembered coming home from the scrapyard that afternoon with a filthy sack of recyclables slung over my shoulder.As I approached our rundown street, I noticed a sleek luxury car parked near the entrance. It looked completely out of place among the shabby buildings, and the people standing beside it looked just as out of place.They were all dressed in expensive clothes and seemed to be talking with the nosiest woman in our neighborhood. I wasn't especially interested in their conversation, but as I approached, she spotted me and immediately pointed me out."That's her! That's Emma Porter!" she announced. "I'm telling you, that girl's a real piece of work. Always scheming, that one."Everyone turned to look at me, and I suddenly became painfully aware of the dirt under my fingernails and the sour stench of garbage clin







