"Ungrateful wretch! Diana is your older sister!"
"Fiona, make another scene and I'm cutting ties with you for good."
The scene burned into my eyes. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. The raw dryness made it hard to breathe.
"She's the one who had me kidnapped! She killed me—she killed me!"
"How long are you going to keep this up? Now you're accusing Diana of murder? You're standing right here!"
This is only my vengeful spirit. My resentment was so heavy that the King of Hell let me return.
But I couldn't explain that. And they wouldn't believe it anyway.
"If you want to die so badly, then go die! Just go!"
Already dead, yet I could still taste blood in my throat. I walked away laughing. They found it deeply unsettling—I was right in front of them, yet somehow impossible to grasp.
They clutched their chests, a sudden ache blooming there.
"Mom, Dad, Jordan—don't be upset." Diana's voice turned soft, pitiful. "Fiona will come around eventually. If me leaving would help, then—"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
They ignored the pain spreading through their hearts.
Not long after, Diana got a call from the kidnappers.
"When are you paying up?"
"You've got nerve asking me for money—what happened to our deal?"