Chapter 5

"Jason, how did you wake up?"

Jason looked at the scattered items on the floor, his fists clenching.

"Who told you to touch those things?"

Daisy suddenly panicked. She rushed to hug Jason. "Jason, listen to me..."

Jason, his eyes red, violently pushed Daisy to the ground. Daisy's stomach hit the corner of the table. It took her a while to recover, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead.

Jason had lost all reason. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't. I could only watch helplessly.

Jason advanced, grabbing Daisy by the throat, and snarled, "Why? Why did you all hide it from me? She's been dead for three years, three years! I thought... I thought..."

Daisy was being choked, her eyes starting to roll back. Beneath her white nightgown, a crimson stain began to spread.

I floated up and down frantically.

"Ring, ring!" Daisy's phone ringing brought Jason back to his senses.

But he just calmly walked away, picking up a towel to wipe his hands.

Daisy crawled to her phone and called 911.

When my mom arrived, Daisy was already unconscious. She had lost the baby. My mom slapped Jason.

"How could you let this happen to Daisy? She's so afraid of pain! What did you do to her?"

My heart ached for the red half of Jason's face where she'd hit him. My mom had a heavy hand, I knew that.

My face would often be swollen and red for hours after she hit me.

Jason didn't turn around. He let out a soft laugh. "Your slaps, they really hurt."

My mom frowned at him. "Jason, look at me. I'm your mother. Are you cursed? You've been acting so strange lately."

"The ones who are cursed, that would be you." Jason said, seemingly out of nowhere.

Jason didn't want to stay there any longer. He turned and strode away.

I wanted to follow him, but for some reason, I wanted to see if my mom would feel heartbroken for her eldest daughter.

Daisy woke up, and my mom brought her a glass of water, gently moistening her lips little by little.

I suddenly wanted to laugh. So, she knew to give water to someone who's thirsty.

Daisy always had milk to drink; I never did.

One year, I had a fever of 104 degrees, and my lips were so dry they felt like they were on fire.

I saw less than half a glass of milk left on the table and couldn't resist secretly taking a sip.

My mom came out, saw me, and started violently kicking me. "Who told you to drink that? What will Daisy drink if you finish it? So young and already stealing things, you ungrateful brat."

Stealing? Mom, I never understood. Just a sip of milk. How much did you truly hate me?

"Mom, my baby, my baby!" Daisy cried out, throwing herself into my mom's arms in pain.

My mom patted her back, just like she used to comfort her when she was scared as a child.

Daisy sobbed, "Mom, Jason... he seems to know Anne is dead. What do we do? Will he never want to come home again?"

My mom's hand, holding the water, paused. She seemed a little nervous. "He just knows she's dead? What about the other things?"

Daisy shook her head. "He doesn't seem to have discovered anything else."

My mom sighed in relief. "That's good, that's good."

What "other things" was Daisy referring to? I imagine, it must be the truth about my death.

"It's all that slut's fault, even dead, she still comes back to ruin my family!" Daisy gnashed her teeth, cursing me, wishing she could pulverize me to dust.

My mom said she'd hire a spiritual master another day to suppress my spirit, so I wouldn't haunt them.

But I hadn't done anything, had I?

I couldn't stand to watch their mother-daughter bonding, so I turned and floated away.

If you didn't love me, why did you give birth to me?