Died in the Coffin My Parents Prepared for Me1
The day my Stanford acceptance letter arrived.
My sister said she couldn't handle it anymore, left a note, and jumped off a bridge.
My parents were inconsolable.
They not only tore up my acceptance letter but also fell for some charlatan's spiel and locked me in a coffin for a week to "cleanse" the spirit.
All so they could hopefully see her again on the seventh day.
I was in agony, crying and screaming until my nails were torn and bloody, and all they could say was, "You owe her this".
Eventually, I died in that coffin from suffocation.
A week later, my sister waltzed back as if nothing happened.
Meanwhile, my parents had completely lost it.
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"Smack!" The slap left half my face numb.
My ears were ringing; I could barely hear.
Dad was livid like he could eat me alive.
"Why did I raise a daughter so vain like you? You had to show off in front of your sister, or your ego would kill you?"
"Your sister jumped in the river, and you're happy? Is this what you wanted?"
Mom, clutching the suicide note, broke down.