All Chapters of No Longer Your Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

The moment the heating element lit up, tiny blisters bloomed across my bare skin.Even the slightest touch sent pain tearing through me, making my whole body tremble.I slammed my hands against the glass door in front of me, my palms turning red as I cried until my throat burned, my voice breaking with sobs."Mom, Dad! Please let me out! It hurts so much!"At the sound of my shrill crying, my mom hesitated.Then, she turned around and walked toward me."Mom, please save me."Hope flared inside my chest. I knew it. My mom was only trying to punish me a little. She would never really let me suffer like this.I would never be careless again. I would never let my little sister choke again.My mom reached toward the oven, but instead of opening it, she stopped a short distance away and pointed at me, her face filled with disappointment."So, you still don't think you're wrong," she said coldly. "You're even trying to smash the oven to show how unhappy you are?"Your sister is so

Chapter 2

I did not know how much time passed. It felt as though I was finally pulling myself free from a long, endless nightmare. The burning pain that had consumed my body was gone.When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was standing lightly in the middle of the living room, as if I weighed nothing at all.In the kitchen, the large oven had gone silent.There were only a few small, grimy handprints smudged across the glass door.I tilted my head and leaned closer, peering through the oven window. Inside, a blackened mass lay perfectly still.Was that me?Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. My parents were back from the hospital, carrying my little sister in their arms.Instinctively, I rushed toward them, but my body passed straight through their arms. I could not touch them at all.They also could not see me.Carefully, they laid my sister into the cradle in the living room. Only after her breathing settled did my mom finally press a hand to her chest, still

Chapter 3

When there was still no movement from the room, my mom's anger flared up again.She stormed straight into the bedroom and yanked open a locked drawer.She used to say that the drawer held the things she treasured most.When she pulled it open, what lay inside were all the gifts I had given her every Mother's Day.A card made of carefully glued flower petals, spelling out, 'I love you, Mom.'Also, a bracelet I had spent ages weaving by hand with colorful threads.I never expected that she had kept them all so carefully.However, she then tore through them like a madwoman, ripping the cards into tiny pieces without hesitation.Bits of colorful paper fluttered to the floor, covering it.I cried as I dropped to the ground, trying to gather them up and piece them back together.'Mom, don't tear them up. I worked really hard on those.'After I die, I won't be able to make you any more gifts.'However, my mom's face was cold as she picked up a pair of scissors and, without a momen

Chapter 4

In the evening, my dad came home.As soon as he walked through the door, he asked, "Has Tanya been good today?"My mom was feeding my little sister. "Very good. She even took a two-hour nap this afternoon."My dad looked at my sister's round little face and made a suggestion."I'm off tomorrow. Why don't we take Tanya to that scenic spot on the outskirts of the city? I heard they have stroller-friendly paths, and we can take some photos of her."My mom immediately nodded."Perfect. She can get some sunlight, too."They sat at the dining table, eating while teasing my sister, chatting happily about the plan for tomorrow. Not once did they notice that someone was missing from the table.That night, after my mom put my sister to bed, she and my dad sat on the sofa watching television.Only then did my dad finally mention me. "Yanne still hasn't come out today?"My mom did not even lift her head. "She's sulking and hiding in her room. But the cake and milk on the table are gone,

Chapter 5

The moment the oven door clicked open, a wave of stench rushed out, thick with burnt flesh and decay.Everyone present instinctively covered their mouths.My mom's hand froze on the oven handle. Her knuckles had turned white from gripping it too hard, and the color drained from her face in an instant, so pale it was almost lifeless. Even her lips had lost their color. Her eyes were locked on what lay inside the oven.My dad stood behind her. The faint hope still lingering in his gaze shattered the moment he saw what was inside. It was as if all the strength left his body at once. His legs buckled, and his knees slammed into the kitchen tiles with a dull thud.A nearby police officer hurried forward to support him.My dad's fingers trembled uncontrollably, his voice shaking so badly it barely held together."Yanne… Yanne?"I hovered beside them, watching the scene coldly.Just two days ago, these very people cursed me as 'vicious' while pushing me with their own hands into that

Chapter 6

The forensic team arrived soon after.They carefully lifted my body out of the oven and laid me down on a sheet of white cloth that had been spread on the floor. One of the examiners crouched beside me and began a preliminary inspection. His movements were gentle, almost cautious, as if he were afraid of disturbing me.When my mom saw that, something in her snapped. She rushed forward like a madwoman, trying to wrap her arms around my body, but the police stopped her.She struggled wildly."Let me go! That's my Yanne! Don't touch her!"The officers held her firmly and tried to calm her down."Ma'am, please stay calm. The forensic examination is necessary. It's the only way to determine the cause of death.""The cause of death? What is there to determine?" she screamed through her tears. "We killed her! We locked her in the oven and baked her to death!"She sobbed and shouted at the same time, her voice filled with despair and crushing guilt.My dad sat on the floor, staring bl

Chapter 7

The forensic examiner carefully pulled the white sheet over my body as the police officer beside him hurried to call for an ambulance.It did not take long before it arrived. My mom was lifted onto the stretcher and taken inside. My dad followed her into the ambulance. Before the doors closed, he turned back and looked at my body lying beneath the white sheet. Tears spilled from his eyes again as he murmured under his breath, saying, "Yanne, Daddy is sorry… We'll make it right… We'll atone…"After the ambulance drove away, the police continued their investigation at the scene.I floated in the room, watching them move busily around, and felt only the faintest trace of sadness.At last, my parents understood what they had done wrong. At last, they began to care about me again.However, it was too late.Their love was something I had once fought desperately for.I did not want it anymore.A few days later, my mom woke up. However, when she did, something in her broke.She clutch

Chapter 8

Later, my dad took my mom to the cemetery.He had buried my urn there and set up a gravestone. On it were the words: [Beloved Daughter, Yanne.]My mom crouched in front of the stone, crying as she said, "Yanne, Mommy's here to see you. Is it cold here?"I've brought your favorite strawberry cake. Eat some."Mommy will come visit you often. You won't be lonely here."My dad stood beside her, staring at my name carved onto the stone. Before he could stop himself, tears slid down his face."Yanne…I will take good care of your mom."I'll take good care of Tanya, too. When she grows up, I'll tell her she has a very kind older sister."But because of our mistakes, that sister has left us forever."After that day, my mom was sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.Even there, she still held that Barbie doll every day, calling my name over and over.My dad visited her daily. He brought her the food that she liked and told her about things at home and about how Tanya was doing.

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