The sharp knives hidden behind the Internet stabbed at me one by one. Although I was prepared, my fingers still trembled in front of the screen.
They accused me of trying to steal Martina’s parents, but they were actually my real parents.
Classmates who once treated me kindly became targets for Martina’s supporters, enduring relentless bullying.
In the end, I was completely isolated by the entire class.
At school, my socks would always be torn by someone, just because Martina wanted to see me make a fool of myself.
The Internet had memory, I tried to control my hands, screenshot all the malicious messages flying around and keep their malicious messages.
Some people also tried to speak for me as a victim, but the message was deleted after a while after it was sent out.
This was a premeditated encirclement and suppression, not to make everyone sympathize with me, but to destroy me.
But I would not do as they wish.
Suddenly, my mother happily pushed open the door of the ward and came in. "Lindsey, look who is here to see you!"
I saw Martina holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling, sitting in front of my bed with a very familiar look.
It was this person in front of me who made me what I was at that moment.
“My parents were really trying to help me focus on my college entrance exam. That’s why they only told me about your hospitalization now.
“Sister, you don’t blame me for coming to see you this late, do you?”
Martina seemed to be complaining, but her eyes were full of boasting, showing off who was the most important person in the hearts of my parents.
"Why are you talking like that? We were only thinking about you, but you complained about us."
Mom pretended to be angry, but actually doted on Martina's forehead.
"No way, I know mom loves me the most. Right, sister?"
Compared to me, their biological daughter, they really looked more like mother and daughter.
Seeing that I had not said anything, there was a sudden silence in the ward.
"Mom, my sister must be in a bad mood, I want to tell her something in private. You can go downstairs to pick up Dad."
My mother still had a hint of blame on her face when she left.
As soon as the door closed, Martina's delicate cheeks were instantly covered with a ferocious smile and she looked at me with a smug look.
"Lindsey, you look so disgusting now.”
“You won't have to carry a poop bag with you in the future, will you? Haha.