On that chaotic and terrifying night, I lost my dream forever.
My parents were heartbroken, setting aside their business to comfort me.
They also had my husband take time off work to stay at the hospital and care for me.
He patiently and carefully comforted me, telling me every day how much he loved me.
I should have felt touched, even happy.
After all, following a miscarriage, I had started gaining weight and getting acne for various reasons.
This made me irritable and caused frequent conflicts with Charlie, straining our relationship to the breaking point.
In the end, he persuaded me to put work on hold and rest at home to calm down.
But now, I couldn't listen to anything he said. My life was already plunged into darkness!
Meanwhile, my phone was bombarded with messages.
Upon hearing the news, many teachers and classmates reached out to express their condolences.
But their sympathetic words couldn't hide their regretful tone, and every sigh felt like salt being rubbed into my wounds!
I forced myself to endure the pain, still thanking them for thinking of me.
All the performances, classes, and competitions I had scheduled were canceled.
Even the concert I had been planning for so long—when I called the venue, they politely told me that the deposit was non-refundable...
I hated the drunk driver who ruined my life!
Why did he drink and drive? Why didn't he just die? Why didn't he die!?
I had always been a proud person, but the pitying looks from others and the shattering of my dreams drove me to despair.
"Honey, I want some cream of wheat from that corner store. Can you go get it for me?"
After sending my husband out, I slowly got up and picked up the fruit knife on the table.
My hands were so weak that I could barely hold the knife, but I still aimed it at my wrist and stabbed hard.
I missed, but the blood still flowed out.
Yes, I wanted to commit suicide.
Maybe if I died, the pain would end.
But my mother's wailing as she rushed into the hospital room reminded me that if I left this world, my family would be the ones who suffered the most.
"Nyla, you ungrateful daughter! Your brother is gone forever. If you go too, what will your father and I do?"
My mother threw herself on top of me, crying bitterly.
My brother's death made my heart ache, and I couldn't hold back my tears as I hugged her and cried.
"Mom... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."