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The Number on the Scale Is My Epitaph Chapter 8
After my funeral, Charlotte had nightmares seven nights in a row.She'd wake up screaming in the middle of the night, claiming she'd dreamed I was standing on the windowsill, asking her, "Am I littler than you now?"At first, Mom thought she was just scared.Then, at mealtime on the eighth day, Charlotte brought back the old kitchen scale. She set her bowl on it and began picking out food, bit by bit.7.1 ounces.She picked out a tiny morsel of food, then a leaf of greens.Mom rushed over and tried to snatch the bowl from her. "What are you doing?"Charlotte clung to the bowl desperately, crying and refusing to let go. "This is how Evie stole you away from me! When she stopped eating, you both gave her all your love. So I won't eat either. If I get down to 88 pounds, will you love me again?"Mom froze where she stood.The next day, Charlotte refused to eat. By the third day, she was forcing herself to throw up.When Mom held food up to her mouth, Charlotte pointed at my portr
The Number on the Scale Is My Epitaph Chapter 7
On the day of my funeral, Mom cooked a full spread—chicken drumsticks, spare ribs, scrambled eggs, and the cake that had been my favorite when I was a child.She didn't use the kitchen scale this time. But as she set the dishes down in front of my memorial portrait, the force of habit took over. "Is it too much?"The moment the words left her mouth, she froze.A second later, she began frantically heaping more food onto the plates like a woman possessed. "A little more. My Evie can have more. Nobody's going to punish you today."Food spilled onto the floor as the plates overflowed, but Mom kept piling it on anyway. "She'll be hungry. She went hungry from the time she was 12 until she was 18. For six whole years, she never had a single full meal."Charlotte arrived too. She walked up to my portrait, but the moment she called out, "Evie—" Mom's head snapped up."Why are you calling her name?"With red-rimmed eyes, Charlotte sobbed, "I want to apologize to Evie. I didn't know she'd
The Number on the Scale Is My Epitaph Chapter 6
Three days after I died, Dad found the kitchen scale under my bed.Its white casing had yellowed, and a single dried-up crumb was still stuck to the edge of the display.Wedged beside the scale was a diary.Mom sat on my bed, clutching the diary to her chest. Her hands shook for a long time before she finally opened it to the first page.It was from when I was six. My handwriting was crooked and wobbly, and hearts were drawn all over the page."My little sister was born today. Dad didn't come to pick me up from kindergarten, and my teacher waited with me until it got dark. I know Dad didn't forget about me. He just loves my little sister too much, and he knows I'm the most sensible, so I can wait by myself."A crumpled gold star sticker was tucked into the second page."I won first place, and I wanted to give my gold star to Mom. But Lottie spit up, so Mom didn't notice. That's okay. Mom takes care of Lottie because she can't talk yet. I can talk, so I don't need Mom to look aft
The Number on the Scale Is My Epitaph Chapter 5
Wind rushed past my ears, and Mom's screams faded into the distance.I didn't feel any pain when I hit the ground—only a dull thud before the world abruptly turned upside down.Mom was the first to rush down to me. She knelt by my side and reached out to hold me, but she was afraid to touch me. "I'm begging you… Open your eyes and look at me!"I wanted to tell her I was fine. As long as she didn't leave me to go to Charlotte, nothing would be wrong with me at all. But when I opened my mouth, blood spilled out before any words could form.Dad arrived too. He knelt on my other side and wiped at the blood with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wipe it all away.His phone kept ringing, Charlotte's name flashing across the screen, but he didn't even glance at it before hurling it aside.When I saw that, a sudden rush of warmth filled my chest. So what if Charlotte was hurt? Dad wouldn't even take her call now.The ambulance arrived quickly.Mom climbed in afte
The Number on the Scale Is My Epitaph Chapter 4
Mom hurriedly tried to explain. "I bought the scale to take care of you. You've always been having issues with your stomach, so I just wanted to keep track of how much you ate every day."I shook my head. "No. You bought it to punish me."The color drained from Mom's face instantly.The day after Charlotte was found, she cried in front of all our relatives, claiming that I hadn't been worried about her at all. "Evie kept saying she was hungry. Even when I was missing, she was sneaking buns behind everyone's backs."The way our relatives looked at me changed completely, and Mom felt like she'd been publicly humiliated. That very afternoon, she bought a kitchen scale and locked all the snacks, bread, and milk in the house inside a cabinet.Then, she placed my plate on the scale. It showed 7.1 ounces.Mom dumped the entire plate of food into the trash right in front of me. "If you take more than seven ounces, you won't be allowed to eat even a single bite."I burst into tears. "B
The Number on the Scale Is My Epitaph Chapter 3
Dad finally managed to force out a few words. "Lottie was only six years old back then."Mom hurriedly nodded. "She was probably just scared and didn't dare come out. And that laugh... she might not have been laughing at you."I wasn't angry at all. They were just too kind. Even after seeing Charlotte lie with their own eyes, they still couldn't bring themselves to think badly of her.Dr. Folston looked at me. "Your parents misunderstood you and hurt you so badly, but not only do you not hate them, you're even making excuses for them now. Why?"I froze for a moment. "Because they love me more than anything."After I fainted at 12, Mom stayed awake watching over me for three whole days, while Dad put all his work aside and stayed by my hospital bed, repeatedly asking the doctors why I refused to eat.Then, Charlotte cried and accused me of doing it on purpose. She said I'd deliberately fainted on her birthday so that our parents would scold her, that I was deliberately getting bac
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