Todos los capítulos de When Rain Fell Unseen: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I lay on the cold floor, a steady, dull ache pulsing at the back of my skull. Warm blood slid down my neck and pooled beneath me, a dark puddle spreading across the tile.My father's voice boomed above everything. "Couldn't you be careful for once? Do you have to push her until she dies before you're satisfied?"The shout rattled inside my head. My ears rang, and the blood kept coming.On the sofa, my sister, Stella Somerset, had folded in on herself. She drew her knees to her chest. Her shoulders shook. Both hands clamped over her ears as she shrieked, sharp enough to sting, "She did it on purpose! She wants me dead! Make her go away! Go away!"My mother knelt in front of her and rubbed her back in slow circles. Her voice turned soft and sing-song. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. Mommy's here. The bad sister went away."I tried to push myself up. The room tilted hard to the left, then lurched back. Dizziness punched through me, and I collapsed again with my cheek against the floor.

In the family photo, I stood at the very edge, as if I had wandered into the frame by mistake. I looked like an outsider who did not belong.I drifted toward the window and watched the ambulance pull away, its blue and red lights flashing across the early morning streets.They still had not realized that I was dead.Back in my bedroom, my phone began to ring. I floated through the wall and saw the screen light up on my desk.The caller ID showed Homeroom Teacher Leslie Lynch. The phone rang until it switched to voicemail."Hello, this is Miss Lynch, Rainie's homeroom teacher. Rainie didn't come to school today and didn't request leave. Is she sick? Please contact the school as soon as possible."Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across my desk. My textbooks for today's classes sat there in neat stacks.After school, I had planned to buy the new art album released this week. Now I would never need it.My soul drifted without control and followed the direction my f

[Today they locked me in a bathroom stall again. They said I was trash that no one wanted. I didn't fight back. I was afraid Stella might hear the noise and have another episode.][Dad yelled at me again today. He said I smashed the bowl on purpose to scare Stella. I really didn't mean to. Sometimes, I wish I were the one who was sick. Maybe then they would hug me too.]The last entry was dated yesterday. It contained only one short sentence.[I'm so tired. If one day I disappear, will anyone notice?]My father's knees hit the floor. The diary slipped from his hands. He hunched over, his shoulders caving in, like a hollow shell.My mother crawled over and picked up the notebook. She read only a single line before she completely broke down."What have we done?" My father's voice fell apart.The police officer watched the scene in silence. He then gave a quiet signal to a colleague."Mr. Somerset, you are suspected of negligent homicide. Please come with us," he said evenly.…

The officer took the bottle, and his expression grew more serious.A moment later, my father entered the interview room."Mr. Somerset, your daughter just made several statements about your older daughter. I need to verify a few things with you," the officer said.My father glanced at Stella. She rushed forward and threw herself into his arms."Dad, I'm scared," she cried. "Rainie, she…""What?" My father tightened his hold on her as confusion and worry crossed his face. "Stella, what are you saying?""Dad, Rainie has always bullied me." Her voice shook as she clung to him. "She acted nice in front of you and Mom, but deep down she wanted me dead."My father's face turned ghostly pale. "That can't be true. Rainie loved you…""She was pretending!" Stella sobbed harder. "When you weren't home, she would pinch me, hit me, and force me to take strange medicine. She said that if I ever told you, she would really kill me."My father looked down at the thin girl trembling in his arms

The camera had been installed the year before as a basic anti-theft measure. By coincidence, its angle captured part of the living room.When the police retrieved the footage, everyone who watched it fell silent. The recording revealed everything with stark clarity.On the day I knocked over the glass of water, Stella did not collapse into an emotional breakdown as she had claimed. Instead, she froze for a moment. Then she cast a quick glance toward the living room, checking the position of the surveillance cameras.After confirming that the camera could not see that corner, she suddenly grabbed her head and began screaming. Her "episode" had been an act.But that was only the beginning. The footage also captured several earlier moments no one had ever seen before.While my parents were out of the house, Stella deliberately smashed a plate. She then picked up a shard and cut her own arm, creating the appearance that someone had attacked her.Later, she poured paint onto her own p