After I Suicide by His Torture: The Alpha's Desperate Leap into the Sea

I was huddled in the corner, my hands bleeding, my knees raw from hours of scrabbling on the concrete floor.

The sharp shards of the broken crystal were like needles, slicing through my skin.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the dirty windows, my fingers finally closed around the last fragment.

Stumbling out of the garage, I made my way back to the mansion.

When I finally reached the living room, Lisa was there, looking as perfect as ever in her designer clothes and flawless makeup.

I held out the crystal ball, my hands shaking so badly that the pieces rattled. Lisa's eyes widened in disgust.

"What the hell is this? It's covered in blood! You're disgusting!" she shrieked, snatching it from me and hurling it to the ground. She stomped on it with her high - heeled shoes.

Frank, who had been sitting on the couch, barely looked up. "If you don't like it, I'll buy you a new one. It's not a big deal," he said cold.

I backed out of the room, my head bowed. The servants' eyes were filled with pity, but I was used to it.

After quickly bandaging my hands, I went back to my chores.

The study was filled with ancient books and important documents, and I had to be careful not to damage any of them. By the time I finished, my back was aching, and my hands were throbbing.

That evening, Lisa came to me with a fake smile.

"You, come and help me change the flower arrangements," she said sweetly.

As soon as I put the baby's breath in the vase, she let out a scream that could have shattered glass.

"Ah! Don't you know I'm allergic to baby's breath? Are you trying to kill me?" she screeched.

Frank's face darkened. "Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? Throw those flowers away and get new ones, now!" he roared.

I started to clean up the flowers, but as soon as I touched them, my hands began to itch and turn red.

The allergic reaction was getting worse by the second, but I forced myself to pick a new bunch of forget - me - nots. When I presented them to Lisa, she exploded again.

"Are you stupid? I'm allergic to all pollen! You're doing this on purpose to spite me!"

Frank's voice thundered through the room. "You can't even do this simple thing right. No dinner for you tonight. Go and do it again!"

I went to start over.

By the time I was done, I was so weak that I could barely stand.

And my ALS, which had been slowly getting worse, was now at a critical stage.

I was taking herbs to ease the pain, but they were barely working.

It was the weekend, and I was lying on my small, uncomfortable bed, in so much pain that I couldn't even move.

That's when Frank's call came. "Lisa's custom - made dress needs to be changed. Go and pick it up right away!"

"Can someone else go? I'm in so much pain..."

"When did I ever give you the right to refuse? Either go right now or get out of my sight forever!" he roared.

I forced myself out of bed and made my way to the tailor shop.

The dress was expensive and delicate, and I carried it back to the mansion with trembling hands. When I handed it to Lisa, she threw it on the ground.

"Who told you to pick this one? I don't want to wear this style anymore!" she screamed.

I was so tired, so in pain, that I could barely speak. "But... you said..."

Lisa stomped on the dress. "I changed my mind. Are you deaf?"

Frank's cold voice cut through the air. "Go and get another one. Now."

I made several trips back and forth, each time coming back with a dress that Lisa found something wrong with.

By the last trip, it was dark, and I was on the verge of collapse.

As I reached the front gate of the mansion, a cold wind blew, and I stumbled.

I fell hard, my head hitting the steps, and blood gushed out.

The dress was torn, and my body was covered in cuts and bruises.

Lying on the ground, I could hear Lisa's shrill voice. "Look what you've done! You've ruined my dress!"

Frank's voice was like a whip. "Get out of here! I never want to see you again!"

Then, everything went black.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room.

Nill was there, his face pale and drawn. "Nancy! You're awake!" he cried.

But I was too weak to answer.

I could only cough up blood.

The doctor's voice was grave.

"Advanced ALS, combined with long - term fatigue and abuse. Her body is shutting down."

I lay there, my consciousness fading in and out. I kept murmuring Frank's name, even though I knew he didn't care.

Nill held my hand tightly. "I'll go get him. Just hold on,".

He picked up my phone and dialed alpha Frank's number.

When alpha Frank answered, Nill roared,

"It's Nill! You get to the hospital right now! Nancy's dying!"

There was a moment of silence, and then Frank's voice, panicked. "What happened?"

Nill was about to shout, but then I weakly grabbed his arm. "Don't... tell him... don't let him come,"

Nill stared at the monitor, his eyes wide. "She's okay! She's going to be okay!" he shouted, and then he rushed to get the doctor.

On the other side, Frank was left standing in the living room, his phone still in his hand.

Lisa, seeing his distress, tried to comfort him. "She's probably faking it. Don't worry about her," .

Frank pushed her away. "Leave me alone,".

That night, the light in Frank's study stayed on all night.

The next day, at the hospital, Nill pleaded.

"Nancy, you have to. You'll die if you don't," .

But I just smiled sadly. "I'm tired, Nill. I don't want to fight anymore."

A few days later, I left the hospital.

It was Elena's death anniversary, and I went to the abandoned factory where we used to play.

As I walked through the old, dusty building, memories of Elena flooded back.

We had been so happy there, once. I looked at the wall where we had written "Best sisters forever" and my heart ached.

"Elena, I'm so sorry. I wish it was me instead of you,".

I curled up in the corner, sobbing. "I'll be with you soon. I hope you'll forgive me."