Todos os capítulos de The Number on the Scale Is My Epitaph: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

Dr. Folston, the psychologist, froze for a moment before hurrying over to help Mom up.But Mom stubbornly remained on her knees, refusing to get up. She groveled on the cold tiled floor, her voice trembling so badly that she could barely speak. "Evie, I was wrong. Will you stop torturing yourself like this, please?"Looking at her, I suddenly felt the urge to laugh. "Mom, what are you talking about? I've always had a small appetite. What does that have to do with any of you?"Dad stood to the side, his face pale. He had aged so much over the past few years. He was barely past 50, yet his hair had turned completely white at the temples.For my sake, he'd booked appointments with specialists at 3:00 am, and even gone to cathedrals to pray for me.All our relatives said they were the most loving parents in the world. And so did I.Every time Dr. Folston asked me how things were at home, I'd always answer earnestly, "It's great! My parents love me the most. Even my sister's jealous o

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

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

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