My mother pointed at me lying next to her.
"Remember, it was your sister who harmed you!"
I felt extremely sad. Even though I could not see him, I could vaguely imagine his confused and helpless eyes. I turned around, curled up into a ball, biting the back of my hand not to let myself from crying out loud.
I cursed myself over and over in my heart.
If only I could stand up at that time, if only I could endure the pain a little longer and help my brother make instant noodles, he would not have been injured.
It was all my fault.
Perhaps I was just a useless.
When the doctor said that my injuries were more serious than my brother's, my mother finally could not help but get angry.
"She implicated her brother herself and now she's still pretending to be pitiful!"
"Sometimes acting being bullied, sometimes acting being subjected to domestic violence ...."
"Please don't cooperate with her acting anymore and discharge her from the hospital! We can't believe her."
Hearing my mother's words, I could not help but cry.
Why? She did not even believe what the doctor said.
My father kept his head down feeding my brother. He did not dare look at me the whole time, let alone say a word to help me.