The Day My Boyfriend was About to Propose to Me, I Died

My parents had always been hardworking and honest, never trying to take advantage of others and even returned extra change from vendors. Yet these tw upright people, to cover up their murderous son's crime, heartlessly destroyed the evidence.

I screamed desperately for my parents, pleading for them to seek justice for me, saying that the person killed by my brother was me. But it was all in vain. They worked together to drag me into the workroom. As soon as they opened the sack, my mother covered her nose and ran away, vomiting uncontrollably.

My father angrily shouted, "Who is this person! What kind of grudge makes you commit such a terrible act!"

My brother, avoiding eye contact, replied vaguely, "It's a creditor."

I coldly laughed with anger. My assets after death were to be inherited by my parents, so ultimately, he was after my house. For the sake of the house, he could go so far as to kill me and even coerce my parents into helping him cover up the crime.

As they pulled me out of the sack, my father frowned and said, "It's a girl?"

"Dad, don't ask any more questions. Just get rid of her."

My brother urged, "If you delay any longer, someone will find out."

They brutally dismembered me and threw me into the crusher bit by bit.

I have a birthmark on my calf. My dad saw it, wiped it with his hand and murmured, "Your sister has such a birthmark too."

My brother was shocked and my mom scolded him, "Don't say such unlucky words! Today is your daughter's birthday!"

They actually remembered my birthday.

I felt a deep sorrow as I watched myself mixed in with the bones and flesh of cattle and sheep, being treated as garbage.

The blood on the ground was washed away by water and my clothes were burned. They wiped out my traces one by one as if they were finishing their work, leaving nothing behind.

If they knew that the body they were destroying so cruelly was the body of their own daughter, I wondered what they would think.

After doing all this, my mother was still in shock and hurriedly knelt in front of the Jesus statue and kowtowed continuously.

My dad sat slumped to the side, his hand trembling as he lit a cigarette. After a long pause, he sighed, "We've sinned... half a lifetime of doing no wrong and now the three of us will go to hell when we die."

My mom, crying, shouted back, "Hell it is then! That's still better than watching Mason walk to his death!"

"Now, I can only hope the heavens won't hold it against Zora. She didn’t know, she’s innocent."

My dad stood up and knelt before the cross, bowing his head in prayer. "Lord, please forgive us. It’s all our fault. Don’t let my daughter suffer for our sins."

He had never been religious, but now, in desperation, he prayed fervently, terrified that I might face divine punishment because of what they'd done.

But, Dad, the one you so cruelly dismembered and destroyed—was me.