See You, Blind World

"Tell her that even if she dies, I will burn her homework so that even if she becomes a ghost, she can't escape from studying!"

My mother's words were like a knife, digging deeper into my wound.

Two months ago, I was locked in the restroom by a bully, stripped of my clothes and had nude photos taken of me.

When I cried and told my mother, she gave me a cold and indifferent look.

"Why don't they bully others, but you?"

"You are a useless, you might as well die and save yourself the trouble."

When I learned that the bullies included the daughter of the dean and the daughter of her client, my mother immediately brought gifts and asked me to apologize to the bully door-to-door.

"They were the ones who bullied me, why should I apologize?"

She slapped me in public.

"If you can bear it, bear it. If you can't bear it, bear it."

"If you hadn't done something wrong, would others have bullied you?"

Even her words crushed my heart.

"Mom, if I died, would you be sad?"

"Of course I won't feel sad for a loser and you don't have the courage to die!"

'Her words killed me again.

I wanted to ask her a question.

"Mom, if I die, I'm no longer a loser, right?"

Later, I attempted suicide by cutting my wrists, but my father saved me.

When my mother learned that I was hospitalized, she sneered.

"What a great acting! You can avoid going to campus again."

I felt so sad that I begged my father to help me take a leave of absence from campus.

Because I could imagine that as long as I went back, I would be beaten even worse.

There were also provocations from bullies in my phone watch.

"Your mom doesn't care about you, why don't you come and serve us obediently?"

"If you don't come, your nude photos will be spread to the whole university."

I hid under the blanket and dared not come out again.

However, I was still picked up and hung upside down by my uncles.

Seeing them all about to leave, I struggled to sit up, but broke into a cold sweat in pain.

"Mom, I can't move and I can't see ... please call a nanny ...."

Darlene shouted impatiently.

"You just broke a bone, you won't die from that!"

"You are useless at campus and you are useless at home. What else can you do in your life? You are useless!"

She pulled my father and uncles with her, then slammed the door and left.

I was lying on the floor without any strength and power and with no more wave in my heart.

"Forget it, just die in pain. As long as I die, I will be free ...."

Oliver carefully wiped away the tears from my face.

"Olivia, don't cry! I'm with you."

I nodded lightly.

Oliver was so well behaved, I could not scare him.

Three hours later, he covered his stomach and let out a gurgling sound.

I was still lying on the floor. I could not move and could only tell him to make instant noodles himself.

"Call me if the water is boiling."

Oliver was too short. He climbed onto the chair to reach the kettle, but unexpectedly the kettle tipped over and splashed onto his face.

He screamed and fell off the chair.

"Oliver!"

He rolled on the floor in pain.

"Olivia, it hurts, help me ...."

"Oliver, go to the bathroom and rinse yourself with cold water!"

I crawled towards him with all my strength. The broken bones were piercing into my chest and every breath I took felt like a knife cutting me.

The little boy stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and laid on the floor with the water pouring down on him. However, he still cried in pain.

I had crawled less than five meters when the pain became so severe that I could not move any further.

Poor Oliver's crying had not stopped yet.