My Biased Parents Don't Love Me

The moment my college entrance exam results were released, my parents were overjoyed, while a strange smile flickered across Evangeline’s lips.

Evangeline spent her days wrapped up in her romance with her wealthy boyfriend, her grades were too terrible to even mention.

Oddly, she didn’t seem worried. I feel like she was certain of her outcome.

That night, my mom cooked for me for the second time ever, saying it was to celebrate.

They never knew what I liked, so the dishes were all Evangeline’s favorites.

I only had a small amount of wine, yet I blacked out completely.

In my ear, I heard Evangeline’s devilish whisper, “From now on, I’ll go to your university. I’ll see the world through your eyes.”

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When I woke up again, all I saw was darkness. No matter how wide I opened my eyes, it was useless—I couldn’t see anything.

I reached up to touch my eyes. There was a bandage, slightly damp.

I sniffed—it smelled like blood.

Suddenly, someone spoke. “You’re awake. If you’re hungry, there’s instant noodles. Cook them yourself. I’m heading to the hospital to see Eva.”

“Oh, and here are some antibiotics. If your eyes start bothering you, take one.”

My mother’s voice was as cold as winter frost, devoid of any warmth or concern.

She regarded me the way one might glance at a stray dog before shooing it away.

I screamed, my voice cracking with anguish, “Where are my eyes? You thieves, you monsters—you stole my eyes… Waaah…”

Her response was laced with disdain. “Enough, Clara. Just stay where you are. There’s some food for you—if you even care. If not, well, it wouldn’t matter.”

Bang!

The door slammed shut, the sound echoing like a final verdict, leaving me in a pit of despair.

The smell of chicken soup clung to the air, a cruel reminder that she had come home only to cook for Evangeline. I was nothing to her, not even a fleeting thought.

I felt utterly exhausted...

Blindly feeling my way, I eventually found the instant noodles. I crushed them into pieces with my hands, tore open the packet and shoved a chunk into my mouth, chewing with all the strength I had left.

I took out my notebook from under the pillow, caressing it for the last time.

I picked up a pen, recording my final connection to this world.

I could imagine how crooked my handwriting must be, but what did it matter? Who would even read it?

I’m blind now; it will never have a reader again.

“Mom, Dad, all I ask is that in the next life, I never meet you again…”

I felt my way along the wall until I reached the bathroom.

I filled the bathtub with water. It was cold, but not as cold as my heart in that moment.

I slowly lay down in the tub, the water’s buoyancy causing me to float.

I used all my strength to grip the edge of the tub, forcing myself to sink.

I felt the gradual suffocation, hearing the gurgling of the water.

It was finally about to end. My lips curled up involuntarily—this time, I was making my own decision.

Suddenly, a face appeared before me...