บททั้งหมดของ Dead and Gone: No, Not Really: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Mom came back to her senses first. She pulled me away. "How dare you, Yvette Skye? You wouldn't be here if it weren't for your sister!"Both of them looked at me with hate and disbelief in their eyes. They did not seem to think that anything was wrong with the way they were treating me.I lowered my hand to my sides tiredly.Mom was right.My birth was a mistake from the start, especially where Yvonne was concerned.When Yvonne was born, Mom had high hopes for her. She wanted her to become a dancer, as it was her own unrealized dream.Yvonne hadn't disappointed her. She was talented at dancing. Even her teacher said that she would be able to become a world-class dancer if she continued working hard.Mom had been ecstatic at the time. She had brought Yvonne out to buy her some new clothes. It was then that tragedy struck; a car lost control and barrelled toward Mom. It was Yvonne who had pushed her away and saved her life, sacrificing herself in return. She collapsed in a pool

I was not talented in dancing, so I had to do extra practice to get Mom's approval."You're not as good as your sister," was something she would say every time I fell.In order to practice dancing, I lost my playtime and my freedom. I wasn't even allowed to close the door to my bedroom.All this was fine as long as Mom was happy.…I returned to my daily life of school and dance.Every time I fell, I would get back up again.Yvonne pointed at me and laughed. "I knew she was good at acting. Look, she's perfectly fine now."Only I knew what happened in the dead of the night.I would cry alone in my bed. I wanted to cut my wrist, but I told myself not to be so stupid and childish.So, I did not use a knife. I used a compass.I cut myself lightly multiple times.It didn't hurt. Sometimes, the wound would bleed, and I would feel relaxed.I knew that this wasn't right, but I couldn't control myself.If only I could die. Death would set me free.My twisted thoughts filled my

I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.Then, the girl's mother looked around. When she found that no one was around, she picked up the little girl and ran.As she drew her distance away from me, I heard her telling the girl not to do such dangerous things again.She never gave me a single glance.I lay on the ground, feeling the life drain away from my body.Several people passed by. They shook their heads and sighed. I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance.My blood drained dry. My body became cold.Finally, Yvette Skye was no more.I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared.My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road.My legs were useless now.I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried.Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.It was morning when a street cleaner foun

If I was good, Mom would smile at me like she would smile at Yvonne.I envied Yvonne. She was the princess of the family.Out of guilt, Dad always satisfied her requests, even if her requests would hurt me.I used to wish that I was the one who had broken legs. Yvonne hated me for the same thing: she thought that I was the one who had caused her to lose her ability to walk.My parents stared intently at the surveillance footage.I felt uncomfortable looking at a living, breathing me.In the footage, I looked fast asleep.I was curled up in a ball, nervous even in sleep.All of a sudden, I began convulsing. My facial expressions were twisted, and my eyes were unfocused. Mindlessly, I kept hitting my head against the wall.Just as I escaped the room, I glanced at the surveillance camera, as if I was saying goodbye.Mom burst into tears and buried her face in Dad's chest, covering her eyes with her hands. Tears dripped from between her fingers. "Was Yvette really sick? How did t

That was the worst fight Yvonne had ever had with our parents.All of them blamed each other, recounting every single instance in which each of them had hurt me.When shit really hit the fan, family ties meant nothing.All of a sudden, I did not feel upset any longer.I was just tired.It turned out that all I had wished for meant nothing in the end.…Yvonne left Mom and Dad and moved in with Xavier.She loved Xavier a lot. He was kind, gentle, and handsome. People always looked at her in envy when they saw her with him.However, Xavier had changed. He was the complete opposite now. He often came home late and smelled strongly of alcohol.Yvonne admonished him for it, but instead of acting meek like he used to, he slapped her. Almost immediately after that, he snapped back to his senses and apologized to her on his knees.Things got worse as time went on.He began bringing home other women with no regard to Yvonne's presence. He beat her and cut her off from outside contac