Glass-Torn Heart
My sister and I were caught up in a severe car accident during a family road trip down the mountain for the New Year. Shattered glass pierced straight through my heart.
Amid the excruciating pain, my fiance and family insisted the rescue team take my sister, who only had a scratched arm, to the hospital first.
As I cried out for them to save me, my fiance snapped at me.
“Carol, you should know when to stop vying for attention!
“Delila is bleeding so much. Why must you compete with her?”
Dad shook his head and sighed while Mom looked at me with disgust.
I forced my stiff neck to look over. They were all surrounding my younger sister. She only sported a faint red mark on her arm.
No one saw the blood gushing from my chest. No one heard my fading heartbeat.
I died during that snowy, bitterly frigid night.
When they finally remembered me and came across my cold body, my fiance and family went mad.