My Mom Told Me to Die on My Sister’s Celebration Day Chapter 06

My Mom Told Me to Die on My Sister’s Celebration Day Chapter 06

The curtains were drawn shut, but thin slivers of sunlight still slipped through the gaps, faintly lighting the room.

I was wearing the white dress Dad had bought me for my eighteenth birthday.

My hands were folded neatly over my chest. My eyes were closed.

I looked as if I were only asleep. Except my face had lost every trace of life.

“Eira…” Corbin reached toward me with a trembling hand.

The moment his fingertips brushed my cheek… his knees buckled. He collapsed beside my bed.

My skin was cold. Stiff. No warmth at all.

“No… No… this can’t be…”

He frantically searched for my pulse.

His tears fell one after another onto my lifeless chest.

“Eira! Wake up!”

“I took a leave of absence—I’m staying for you! How could you do this?”

“Please… open your eyes!”

Mom stood frozen. Nothing in front of her felt real.

She had spent three years trying to keep her daughter alive.

And now… she was gone.

Just yesterday afternoon, we’d been checking scores together.

Dad’s face was twisted with grief.

Still, he reached out to support Mom.

He didn’t dare let go—afraid that if he did, she’d collapse completely.

The vanilla rice pudding had splashed onto Sienna’s leg. She didn’t even seem to feel it.

Her eyes drifted past me—to the desk.

An open black pill case sat there, empty.

Something was tucked beneath it.

Sienna rushed over and pulled out the piece of paper, her hands trembling.

She’d barely read a few lines before tears began falling onto the hardwood floor.

Mom. Dad. Sienna. Corbin.

I’m sorry for making all of you suffer these past three years.

Mom, buy yourself some new clothes.

Dad, buy a few packs of the good cigarettes.

Sienna, I hope you shine in college.

Corbin, I know you’ll become an incredible doctor.

And if there’s another life… I hope I get to be healthy.

Dad held Mom tightly as she staggered toward my desk.

Her legs were barely able to carry her.

She looked at the note.

Then—she broke. Her knees hit the floor.

With the last shred of strength she had, she lunged toward my bed.

She threw her arms around my already stiff body, clinging to it with everything she had.

“My daughter! Wake up—please!”

“I don’t want new clothes. I just want you!”

Then something inside her snapped.

She suddenly started slapping herself across the face again and again.

Within seconds, angry red marks spread across her cheeks.

Dad and Sienna rushed to stop her. Neither of them could.

Within moments, her cheeks were swollen.

“It’s my fault… I told you to die… I said it with my own mouth!”

Dad covered his face. A broken cry escaped his throat.

Only then did they understand that the girl they treasured most was the very one they had driven to the brink the day before.

I floated above, watching them shatter. It felt like the little strength I had left was slipping away.

I’m sorry… Even in death, I’m still making you suffer like this.

Dad’s shoulders stooped even lower.

Mom was gasping for air between sobs.

Sienna clutched that pink teddy bear barrette so tight—the one she’d never gotten to give me.

And Corbin… he never moved from my bedside.