ログインI helped my older brother, Andrew Miller, hide the fact that he'd secretly gone out to meet someone he'd met online from our parents. He never came home the next day. Everyone around us said he'd run off to become a wealthy woman's sugar baby. Our parents refused to believe it. They searched high and low for him, but he was nowhere to be found. … Ten years later, the police found him deep in the mountains. His body was littered with injuries, and he was barely lucid. When he looked at us, it was as if he had no idea who we were. Less than six months after his return, he finally couldn't take the nightmares anymore and jumped from the roof of our apartment building. After he died, our parents fell ill and passed away soon after. I couldn't stop wondering if things would have turned out differently if I hadn't lied for him that day. … When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very afternoon he'd left home. Andrew was wearing a white shirt as he crouched in front of me. "Daniel, cover for me, okay? Don't tell Mom and Dad. I'm going to meet someone. I'll be back soon." My whole body started shaking as I blurted, "Andrew, no. You can't go anywhere!"
もっと見るYears later, Andrew left Ashbourne to attend college.He never used that account again, and he never wore that white shirt again, either.In the beginning, he couldn't bring himself to ride a bus by himself. His experience was so traumatizing that he would take another route whenever he saw a refrigerated truck, and the smell of fish would make him shake like a leaf.He'd freeze whenever he passed a shop with blue plastic strip curtains in the doorway, his face turning pale.My mother nearly couldn't resist telling him, "It's all in the past now."My father stopped her. "It's fine if it's not in the past for him. We'll take it one day at a time."And that was exactly what our family learned to do. My father stopped hounding him about his grades, and my mother started knocking before entering Andrew's room.They started asking him how he was feeling."Did you have a rough day? Want to talk about it? It's okay if you don't."Matthew still worked at the bus station.The old stat
Andrew hadn't even been discharged from the hospital when rumors about his ordeal had already spread throughout the school.When people heard that he'd run away to be with his online girlfriend, some called him stupid while others said that he'd embarrassed the whole class.A few even took screenshots of things he'd written on his personal blog and shared them in group chats."I wish I could leave this place. Nobody understands me. Would I be freer by the ocean than I am at home?"Those were things he had secretly written when he was feeling down. Now, those private thoughts were treated like some joke by everyone else.When he saw the screenshots, he turned his phone face down on the bed and pulled the covers over his head. "I'm not going back to school."My mother was so angry her hands shook. "Who spread those awful rumors? I'm going to take this straight to the principal!"My father chimed in, "I'll talk to their parents myself."Andrew shook his head beneath the covers. "D
That night, Andrew was terrified of falling asleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would whisper that he was cold.So, my mother turned off the air conditioning and pulled the blankets over him.Unfortunately, it didn't help as he kept trembling. He said he could still hear the machines in the cold storage warehouse, that he could still hear the sharp snip of the scissors.He could still hear Finn saying, "That white shirt stands out too much. Cut his hair."When my mother heard that, she held Andrew and cried so hard she couldn't speak. My father stood by the window, his shoulders trembling.I sat at the foot of the bed, hugging my knees. Memories from my previous life came rushing back in my mind's eye.I remembered missing-person posters featuring Andrew's face covering every telephone pole. I could still recall how the rain blurred his photograph until the image was barely recognizable.My mother would approach every long-distance bus and ask, "Have you seen this boy?"M
Andrew was rushed to the hospital.The doctor said someone had slipped something into his milk tea. Fortunately, it wasn't a large dose, and they'd caught it in time.My mother was crying so hard she could barely stand.My father sat in a chair in the hallway, his head bowed. His hard hat lay on the floor beside him, covered in dust.I sat next to my mom, a piece of gauze taped to my face and a bandage wrapped around my arm. When the nurse disinfected my wounds, I gritted my teeth and didn't make a sound.My mother gently stroked my head. "Daniel, you can cry if it hurts."I whispered, "Andrew will blame himself if I cry."My mother's tears started falling anew.…When Andrew woke up, the first thing he asked was, "Where's Olivia?"The room fell silent.He looked at us, a faint glimmer of hope still in his eyes. "She doesn't know, does she? Finn lied to her, right? She said she'd come get me."My heart ached.I wanted to snap him out of it, but he'd just been rescued from






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