Hated by All, Exposed by System: My Memories Revealed
Everyone in my family knew I was a Bond-Seeker with ninety-nine lives.
And still, not one of them loved me.
During the holiday, I woke up early making breakfast for my family. My mother threw it all angrily.
“You filthy little curse. Don’t dirty my kitchen.”
When my father was hospitalized after a car accident, I stayed by his bed for three days and three nights.
The moment he woke up, he grabbed the IV bottle beside him and smashed it against my head.
“Was killing your twin sister not enough for you? Now you want me dead too?”
I used my scholarship money to buy my elder brother a brand-new laptop.
He threw it straight off the balcony and watched it shatter on the ground below.
“I’m not using anything bought with a cursed girl’s money. I don’t want it shortening my life.”
On my eighteenth birthday, I handed a love letter to Ethan Whitmore, the boy next door I had secretly loved for years.
He tore it to pieces right in front of me.
“What, were you hoping to trade my feelings for points? Get lost, Natalie. I don’t want you getting me killed.”
In the end, the System ruled that my bond had failed.
Then it took my life back.
I thought no one would grieve for me.
But before it disappeared, the System spent the last of its energy broadcasting every memory I had across every major platform.