Mom, Never to See You Again in Life or DeathChapter 1 She Won't Die
"Mom, I..."
Blood gushed out of my mouth and choked into my lungs.
I couldn't say anything.
My mother, Mary Wilson's impatient accusation came from the other end of the phone. "If you have a cough, just go buy some medicine.
"Tony will pay the down payment for the house tomorrow afternoon. Remember to transfer the money on time."
1
I died.
I died at the age of twenty-five.
The disaster came suddenly in the late night. Before I had time to think about what was happening, my chest was pierced by a sharp thing.
Fortunately, I died quickly and didn't feel any pain for long.
But I looked a bit ugly when I died, and blood was everywhere.
My soul floated in the air as I watched the miserable scene after the earthquake.
The ground cracked open and closed again, and faint cries of the survivors buried underground could be heard.
Just as I realized what was happening, my soul was suddenly sucked into a dark vortex.
When I could see again, I returned home.
Mary called me more than a dozen times in a row, but no one answered. She was so angry that she yelled, "Alice, you are such an ungrateful person! You are deliberately embarrassing me."
My younger brother, Tony Wilson sent me a message to accuse me: [I'm getting engaged next month. If I can't buy this house today, I won't let you off.]
My younger sister, Yolanda Wilson sent me several voice messages in a row. "Alice, don't be so petty. It was Tony who was wrong last time. Didn't Dad already apologize to you in person?
"Don't be angry. At worst, I can move the piano out of your room and return your room to you."
When my stepfather, Sam Wilson called my cell phone, it was turned off.
He, who was usually taciturn, was so angry that he kicked the chair far away.
He yelled at Mary, "Look at your daughter. I told you not to let her work so far away. Now she's grown independent and won't even answer calls from her family.
"Does she consider us as her family?"
They weren't angry that I didn't treat them as family. They were just angry that I was going to break free from their control.
But I was already dead.
Mary looked like someone was strangling her throat and her face turned ashen.
In her words, I had brought shame to her at this moment.
I knew that I was the only outsider in this family since I was young.