My five-year-old brother, Oliver Leander, sneaked over, stuffed a candy into my hand and touched my face with his little hands.

"Hey, Olivia, do you feel pain?"

"I'll give you a whoosh ...."

Oliver blew on me, trying to make me feel better.

"Oliver, don't bother with your sister! She's just a useless person!"

Hearing our mother curse, the little boy had no choice but to walk away in grievance.

Since I was a child, the word "useless" and "loser" had always followed me.

My mother was a kind and loving mother outside, but a cold demon at home.

I was bullied by a classmate, but instead of helping me, she asked me to apologize to the bully.

I attempted suicide due to depression, but she said I was acting.

I took a leave of absence from campus to recuperate at home, but she said she would bring bad luck to my younger brother.

My parents advised me to go to campus, but I refused.

The dean and the head of department also came to persuade me to go to campus, but I refused.

Now, my mother called my three uncles over. They said I was being pretentious and insisted on giving me a severe lesson.

Everyone came to force me, but no one asked me why I committed suicide and why I came to this point today.

The bullies broke two of my ribs and they still hurt. Now that I was hung upside down, the pain in my chest was even worse.

I was not afraid of death, I just did not want to die so painfully, could they let me die quickly?

Suddenly my eyes went dark and I could not see anything at all.

A suffocating feeling came towards me.

I suddenly felt a bit scared.

What I feared was not that the countdown of my life was approaching, but that when the final end came, I had never truly lived up to myself.

"It's been ten hours, that's enough!"

My father felt so worried and he saw that something was wrong with my face.

"No! This is just the beginning! Don't be soft-hearted on her, Richard!"

My uncles were opposing when suddenly my grandfather called.

"What? Mom fell from the third floor?"

"We're rushing over now."

My grandmother had an accident and they were in a rush to go out.

"Put Olivia down. She can take care of Oliver. We will deal with her when we come back!"

My mother gave the order and my father quickly rescued me.

"Olivia, you take care of your brother for dinner and shower and put him to sleep, do you hear me?"

It took me a long time to breathe normally again.

"Can you ... leave one person behind? I can't see anymore ...."

Her expression suddenly changed.

"Why are you pretending to be blind! If you can't see with your eyes, why didn't you say you were dying?"

Darlene got so angry that she came up and kicked me hard twice.

My sternum, which had not yet healed, broke again and I suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Richard's expression suddenly changed and he looked nervous and uneasy.

"Why are you vomiting blood? Let me ... take you to the hospital!"

Darlene pushed him away and stared at me fiercely.

"What do you mean by deliberately not hiding? Are you trying to frame my family for domestic violence? Do you want me to bear such a bad name?"

"Don't think you can run away just because you pretended to spit out blood. Stay at home and don't go anywhere!"

"Mop the floor clean! It looks so dirty."

Then she turned and went into the room to pack her bag.

Oliver gave me his water bottle.

"Olivia, here ... drink some water!"

My father sighed.

"You know your mommy is a bit strict, but it's all for your own good."

"We specially invited your uncle here to help you. You should understand our good intentions."

So my father thought so.

In the room, my mother started arguing with him again.

"You lied so much to avoid going to school! You even cursed yourself to be blind!"

"Tell her that even if she dies, I will burn her homework so that even if she becomes a ghost, she can't escape from studying!"

My mother's words were like a knife, digging deeper into my wound.

Two months ago, I was locked in the restroom by a bully, stripped of my clothes and had nude photos taken of me.

When I cried and told my mother, she gave me a cold and indifferent look.

"Why don't they bully others, but you?"

"You are a useless, you might as well die and save yourself the trouble."

When I learned that the bullies included the daughter of the dean and the daughter of her client, my mother immediately brought gifts and asked me to apologize to the bully door-to-door.

"They were the ones who bullied me, why should I apologize?"

She slapped me in public.

"If you can bear it, bear it. If you can't bear it, bear it."

"If you hadn't done something wrong, would others have bullied you?"

Even her words crushed my heart.

"Mom, if I died, would you be sad?"

"Of course I won't feel sad for a loser and you don't have the courage to die!"

'Her words killed me again.

I wanted to ask her a question.

"Mom, if I die, I'm no longer a loser, right?"

Later, I attempted suicide by cutting my wrists, but my father saved me.

When my mother learned that I was hospitalized, she sneered.

"What a great acting! You can avoid going to campus again."

I felt so sad that I begged my father to help me take a leave of absence from campus.

Because I could imagine that as long as I went back, I would be beaten even worse.

There were also provocations from bullies in my phone watch.

"Your mom doesn't care about you, why don't you come and serve us obediently?"

"If you don't come, your nude photos will be spread to the whole university."

I hid under the blanket and dared not come out again.

However, I was still picked up and hung upside down by my uncles.

Seeing them all about to leave, I struggled to sit up, but broke into a cold sweat in pain.

"Mom, I can't move and I can't see ... please call a nanny ...."

Darlene shouted impatiently.

"You just broke a bone, you won't die from that!"

"You are useless at campus and you are useless at home. What else can you do in your life? You are useless!"

She pulled my father and uncles with her, then slammed the door and left.

I was lying on the floor without any strength and power and with no more wave in my heart.

"Forget it, just die in pain. As long as I die, I will be free ...."

Oliver carefully wiped away the tears from my face.

"Olivia, don't cry! I'm with you."

I nodded lightly.

Oliver was so well behaved, I could not scare him.

Three hours later, he covered his stomach and let out a gurgling sound.

I was still lying on the floor. I could not move and could only tell him to make instant noodles himself.

"Call me if the water is boiling."

Oliver was too short. He climbed onto the chair to reach the kettle, but unexpectedly the kettle tipped over and splashed onto his face.

He screamed and fell off the chair.

"Oliver!"

He rolled on the floor in pain.

"Olivia, it hurts, help me ...."

"Oliver, go to the bathroom and rinse yourself with cold water!"

I crawled towards him with all my strength. The broken bones were piercing into my chest and every breath I took felt like a knife cutting me.

The little boy stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and laid on the floor with the water pouring down on him. However, he still cried in pain.

I had crawled less than five meters when the pain became so severe that I could not move any further.

Poor Oliver's crying had not stopped yet.

I got my phone and dialed my mother's number, only to find out that I had been blocked.

When I was bullied before, I always called her to cry and she got impatient.

I called my father, but he did not answer either.

In desperation, I called 120.

Just as the 120 doctors and nurses arrived, my parents came back.

As soon as my mother found out that Oliver was burned, she dragged my head and banged it against the wall.

"You can't even keep an eye on your brother! Why don't you just die?!"

I coughed multiple times and vomited a mouthful of blood again.

My brother was carried away by the doctor, crying "Olivia". I felt so heartbroken.

I remembered when I was young, Oliver would always follow me around. I once told him, "I will always protect you."

But now, I did not do it.

"Oliver, I'm sorry."

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.

The doctor bandaged the wound on my chest and wrapped my eyes with gauze.

I could hear my mother scolding me.

"It's all her fault for harming her brother! She's pretending to be so weak and blind!"

The doctor was a bit displeased on the side.

"She had a broken bone, injured lungs and an injured eye. She was a patient herself, so how could she take care of others?"

My mother gave him a displeased glare, as if blaming him for talking too much.

Oliver cried out in pain when he was taking medicine.

My mother pointed at me lying next to her.

"Remember, it was your sister who harmed you!"

I felt extremely sad. Even though I could not see him, I could vaguely imagine his confused and helpless eyes. I turned around, curled up into a ball, biting the back of my hand not to let myself from crying out loud.

I cursed myself over and over in my heart.

If only I could stand up at that time, if only I could endure the pain a little longer and help my brother make instant noodles, he would not have been injured.

It was all my fault.

Perhaps I was just a useless.

When the doctor said that my injuries were more serious than my brother's, my mother finally could not help but get angry.

"She implicated her brother herself and now she's still pretending to be pitiful!"

"Sometimes acting being bullied, sometimes acting being subjected to domestic violence ...."

"Please don't cooperate with her acting anymore and discharge her from the hospital! We can't believe her."

Hearing my mother's words, I could not help but cry.

Why? She did not even believe what the doctor said.

My father kept his head down feeding my brother. He did not dare look at me the whole time, let alone say a word to help me.

My uncles came to see us in the hospital and when they heard what my mother said, they could not help but frown.

"I guess Olivia is mentally ill and is deliberately taking revenge on her family. She even caused her brother to suffer burns."

My mother was getting even more annoyed hearing her brothers' words. She pulled out the infusion needle from my hand with extreme rudeness.

"You are so vicious! Your brother is so nice to you, yet you still want to harm him!"

I grimaced in pain and blood immediately seeped out of my wrist.

"Mom, I didn't ...."

"Drag her away! Don't let her get any closer to Oliver again!"

No one listened to my explanation, my uncles just took me away.

I was hung upside down under a big tree on the back hill.

"We just don't believe that we can't cure your stubborn temper!"

"We won't fall for your trap anymore."

"Remember and learn from today's mistakes! You will thank us later."

Three days later, my parents finally brought Oliver home.

Seeing that I was not at home, my mother got angry again.

"What a rebellion! It's been three days and she still hasn't come back. Is she really going to run away from home?"

"What a useless piece of shit! She can't even handle a little frustration. It's better for her to die and be reborn soon!"

"How much homework will she miss again? Will her graduation be delayed?? Why doesn't she want to graduate soon? I'm so mad!"

My father pursed his lips without saying anything. After putting Oliver to bed, he pushed open the door of my room.

He saw a few large blood-red words displayed on my wall which were particularly eye-catching.

[Mom, if I die, will I no longer be useless?]

My father's heart trembled as he searched around anxiously.

My diary was on the desk, with a line of words on it.

[Mom, you are a murderer just like them.]

His heart was pounding and when he was about to open the diary ....

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Police!"