On the first day of my death, my body still hadn't been found.
That evening, everyone sat together for dinner at a large table filled with my sister's favorite foods.
Relatives and friends gathered around the table.
My cousin wanted to save two seats for me.
My mother casually waved her hand. "The seats are already tight, and since she's not here, there's no need to save her a spot."
My father added, "I think she feels like she's outgrown us and doesn't want to stay with us, her parents. Leave her alone, she'll come back once she realizes her mistake."
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have argued with my sister before the wedding," my sister said with a sigh, looking a bit aggrieved, "She must be upset, otherwise, I would call her to apologize."
"No need. Your sister's temper is something else, I don't know who she inherited it from. Even though you're twins, her temperament is so foul and stubborn, not likable at all."
My mother frowned deeply, and even her voice lost its warmth when she mentioned me.
Other relatives also criticized me for being immature, asking how I could quarrel with my sister.
After all, she was my sister, bonded by blood.
Listening to their criticisms, I really wanted to ask, as the elder sister, must I always unconditionally yield to my younger sister?
Was it wrong not to want to marry in her place?
But I was already dead, and the dead cannot speak.
I didn't even have the chance to question them.
A month ago, my sister was caught dating two men at once, and one of them threatened to take revenge on her.
My sister became anxious and turned to me.
I told Mom and Dad about this.
They didn't believe me at all.
My mother looked at me mockingly, "I never thought you could be so malicious, making up lies like this to ruin your sister's reputation."
My father snorted coldly, "You can't even lie properly, truly stupid and foolish."
They locked me in a dark storage room, saying it was to teach me a lesson.
I was locked in there for a whole day and night.
At night, they were laughing and playing in their room while I leaned against the door of the storage room, swallowed by darkness and hunger.
It was so similar to now.
This time, how long would it take them to find me?
3
When I was let out, my parents were comforting my sister.
She was hugging them, tears streaming down her face, "Mom, Dad, I'm so scared."
My mother held her arm, her face full of concern.