My baby laughed smugly. “See? I told you she was sick! How could you not believe me?” The childish voice sounded like a demon’s whisper.
I shivered and my mom quickly held me up. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” she asked.
“I’m just a bit tired from walking,” I said. “I’ll be fine after a short rest.” I held my waist and sat on the sofa.
Mom still looked worried. Then I heard footsteps outside; my dad and brother walked in one after the other.
My baby said coldly, “Your father and brother are liars. They only care about your sister, not you.”
My heart sank. But then my brother walked over, smiling warmly and looking worried. “Sophia, why did you come back alone? I thought you’d wait for me to pick you up.”
My father smiled gently. “You don’t look well. Are you sick?”
I was shocked. They weren’t like the baby said. I thought for a moment. “I’m fine. Are you going to the hospital later?”
My mom nodded. “Your sister is very sick and needs a bone marrow transplant. Your dad and brother will get tested later.”
The baby shouted, “Fool! Run! They’re taking you to the hospital to test your bone marrow!” As the baby screamed, pain hit my lower belly and my heart raced. I bent over in pain.