All Chapters of I'm Done Being My Dead Sister's Ghost: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Ever since Jenna's passing, your mother's mental state has been unstable. She's getting older, so you need to be more understanding," Dad said.I didn't argue further. I just walked out, completely numb.Then, just like countless times before, I opened my mouth to say, "Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked back to you. I shouldn't have gotten such a high score without your permission."Mom turned around to look at me, but her eyes weren't focused. She was having another episode, one where she would mistake me for Jenna."Oh, my dear Jenna, what are you talking about? Come eat. I made all your favorite dishes."Mom led me to the dining table and began to pile food onto my plate nonstop. This was treatment I could never have received when she was lucid.Most of the time, I could only sit in the seat farthest from the dishes, while my parents would sit on either side of Jenna's framed photo.The only chicken drumstick on the table, the most tender piece of meat, and even the sw

I stood there frozen, like a robot that had malfunctioned.When I didn't say anything, Zachary began to panic. "What's wrong? Do you not like them?"He looked at me, then quietly stole a glance in the direction of Aunt Bella, saying, "If you don't like them, we can go swap them for styles you do like once the party wraps up."I sniffed, smiled, and shook my head at him. "No, I really like them. Thank you."When Zachary noticed the redness around the corners of my eyes, he let out a sigh. "JJ, I heard about your situation from my mom." He patted my shoulder. "Aunt Christine's mental state isn't stable. You've had to put up with a lot just to accommodate her. "Once you start college, focus on getting good grades. You can consider applying for graduate school in your third year. You still have your whole life ahead of you. I believe your future will be a good one."Hearing Zachary's words, I could barely keep the smile on my face.Could I really still have a future? Could I re

It wasn't until night fell that Mom finally got to her feet, swaying unsteadily.Dad held her up as they walked, both moving very slowly.After getting into the car, they didn't head straight home. Instead, the destination in the GPS showed Aunt Bella's place.Dad drove in silence the entire way. Mom sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the pendant hanging from the rearview mirror.A family photo was tucked inside it—one of Mom, Dad, and Jenna from 20 years ago. The photo had already faded, but it still couldn't hide their happy smiles.There were countless photos like this at home. 20 years ago, cameras weren't nearly as common as they had become that day, yet Mom and Dad had taken hundreds of photos of Jenna.These days, with smartphones, taking a picture was effortless. However, there were only a handful of photos from when I was a child. And even in those, I had been dressed up to look like Jenna. I had a red bow tied atop my head, and I carried a red backpack.Mo

With a sharp crack, Mom's phone fell to the ground, shattering the screen.As I looked at the picture, a wave of sorrow washed over me. The only picture of me on Mom's phone was… the one taken to confirm my identity after my death.I silently apologized to Aunt Bella. I didn't mean to make her go through all of this.Dad walked over and picked up the phone Mom had dropped. One look was all it took to shock him so hard that he turned off the phone. He turned to look at Mom's unfocused eyes. She reached out blindly and clutched Dad's arm tightly, muttering, "Fake… It's fake… Something couldn't have happened to Jenna. She only went swimming with her classmates. She was such a good swimmer. How could she have drowned?"Mom was having another episode. At the moment my death was confirmed, she mistook me for Jenna once again.My entire life—from the moment I was born until the moment I died—I had never been the real Jennifer.Dad suddenly flung her hand off. "This is Jennifer! It's J

That was strange. I distinctly remembered that Jenna had been born in the early morning.If it wasn't Jenna…Then "Selena" must have been the name Mom was supposed to give me. I repeated the name "Selena Lockwood" once in my heart. After I did, I felt my very soul grow much lighter."Selena, I'm sorry," Mom said before slowly closing her eyes.The next second, the scene around me suddenly shifted.…By the time I came back to my senses, I had appeared in a hospital room once again. A pregnant woman was clutching her belly, her expression filled with pain."Why are the contractions starting now? Jenna was born in the early morning. This timing isn't right. If the baby is born at night, is it still Jenna?" the woman asked.Looking at her face, I suddenly understood—this was the day I was born, 18 years ago.And the pregnant woman was Mom.Dad stood to the side, comforting her, "Don't think about all that right now. The most important thing is to get the baby delivered safely. I