My Family Left Me on Read So I Disappeared Forever Chapter 06

My Family Left Me on Read So I Disappeared Forever Chapter 06

After five days in the ICU, I was transferred to a regular hospital room.

I had multiple fractures, a ruptured spleen that required surgery, and bleeding inside my skull.

The doctors said it was a miracle that I had regained consciousness.

It didn’t feel like a miracle.

It only hurt.

On my second day in the regular ward, Megan came to see me. She was the one who had asked whether I was all right at the welcome-baby luncheon.

When she entered, she was gripping her phone tightly. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying for hours.

“Evie.”

She sat beside the bed, her voice trembling slightly.

“The message you sent me that night… I saw it.”

I looked at her, but I couldn’t remember.

Before going to the rooftop, I had sent messages to so many people. Everything that happened that night had become blurred and fragmented in my memory.

“You wrote, [Megan, I didn’t hit anyone. Mom is lying.]”

She turned the phone around and showed me the screen.

Beneath the message were two small gray words.

[Read.]

But there had been no reply.

“I saw it.” She lowered her head, and her voice broke. “I hesitated, then told myself it wasn’t my place to get involved in someone else’s family problems.”

Tears slipped down her face.

“I’m sorry.”

I said nothing.

It wasn’t because I couldn’t forgive her. The moment I had needed her reply most had already passed, and nothing could bring it back.

“Later, the police asked me to help identify the contacts in your phone. That was how I saw the rest of the messages you sent that night.”

She wiped her face and took a deep breath.

“You sent your uncle a message that said, [It didn’t happen the way she said. Please believe me.]”

“You messaged your aunt too. She read it, but she never replied.”

“And what you sent your mother…”

Megan looked at me and caught her lower lip between her teeth.

“At 1:40 a.m., you asked her, [Mom, would you be sad if I were gone?]”

“At 1:41, it was marked [Read.]”

There had been no reply.

“An hour later, you went up to the rooftop.”

I listened quietly, as though she were telling me a story about someone else.

I could barely remember what had happened that night, but I still remembered sending that message.

After typing those words, I had waited for a long time, staring at the screen until the [Read] receipt appeared.

Then nothing happened.

No reply came.

That was the moment I stood up, put on my shoes, and walked out of the apartment.

“I posted the screenshots online.”

Megan’s voice pulled me back into the room.

“What?”

“I posted the voice messages your mother sent in the family group chat, the ones claiming you were violent and mentally unstable. I also included every message you sent asking for help, along with the notes from your phone.”

She looked directly at me, her face serious.

“Evie, I posted all of it for you. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and the truth didn’t deserve to stay buried.”

She opened the video and showed it to me.

There were no filters and no background music, only screenshots appearing one after another, interspersed with lines of text.

The title read:

[She Reached Out to Everyone for Help. Not One Person Reached Back.]

The video had already received more than a million views.

I didn’t want to read the comments, but one caught my eye before I could hand the phone back.

[The notes broke me. Even at the end, all she was thinking about was her baby. Which formula to use, how to cover his ears when it thundered… She was about to die, and she was still worrying about him.]

I pushed the phone back toward Megan.

I didn’t want to see any more.

After a moment, Megan asked, “How is your mother doing now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hasn’t she visited?”

“She has. She comes every day.”

I turned toward the window.

“She cries in front of everyone she meets, telling them how miserable her life is and how she can’t understand why her daughter would suddenly do something like this.”

Megan didn’t say anything.

“She also tells every relative who comes to visit that she has always loved me and given me whatever I wanted. She says that when I wanted to grow flowers, she let me.”

“She claims she only cleared away the hydrangeas because they attracted bugs and might have been harmful to the baby. She says she never imagined I would react so badly.”

Her story was airtight.

I let out a weak laugh, then winced when the movement pulled at my injuries.

“That’s what she’s best at. No matter what happens, she always finds a way to make herself the victim.”

At the doorway, Megan turned back to look at me.

“The rest of the family sees things differently now. Your uncle called your mother and told her to stop hiding behind the excuse that everything she did was for your own good. Your aunt blocked her too.”

I nodded.

I didn’t feel happy or vindicated. I only felt hollow.

No amount of support arriving this late could give me back those hours before dawn.

It couldn’t turn the [Read] receipt that appeared one minute later into the reply that never came.