I Died in The Deep Sea for My Sister's Dream Novel by Summer Firefly

But Mother only responded with an arrogant sneer. “You must have been bribed to spout such nonsense.”

“If you say she’s dead, then where’s the body?”

No one could find my body–not even I knew where it was.

Mother eventually left with Evie and Eric, completely ignoring that this was supposed to be a journey for four.

Not long after they left, someone came rushing out.

“Who left the body in the room? It’s already rotting!” The cleaner’s grumbling voice reached my ears, and I couldn’t help but glance back.

But in the end, I was forcefully dragged away, following in Mom and Eric’s footsteps, pulled by some unseen force.

In life, I was insignificant. In death, I wasn’t even worthy of a proper burial. Hatred grew stronger in my heart as I watched Eric and Evie, their affection for each other nauseating me.

Mom’s phone buzzed repeatedly. When I saw it was the hospital calling, a flicker of hope lit within me. Perhaps, just maybe, she’d go back and take my body with her.

But with cold indifference, she silenced the phone and blocked the number.

No more buzzing. Only a chilling emptiness. remained.

Back at the house, Evie leaned against Eric, seemingly tired from her little performance.

She always wanted me to witness her happiness.

“Why hasn’t Sister come back yet? Mom, do you think she’s leaving us because she doesn’t want to dive with me anymore?”

Evie affectionately addressed our mother.

The room was a chaotic mess, with many things left untouched. I knew these tasks were usually mine to handle.

“And my clothes for tonight at the beach are missing too! The jewelry on the table has vanished as well. Sister has.’t run off with the money, has she?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Mother finally showed a flicker of concern.

She hurriedly checked the jewelry she had stored at the hotel, only to find that the most valuable items were missing.

“This ungrateful little brat hasn’t changed one bit! Don’t worry, I will find her!”

Mother cursed under her breath and pulled out her phone, ready to make a call.

But how could she possibly get through?

What could a dead person do to answer a phone?

The incessant system sounds darkened Mother’s expression. Her emotions tensed, and in a fit of frustration, she hurled her phone across the room, the sharp sound startling Evie.

“Mom, it’s my fault! I lost those things myself. It has nothing to do with Sister.”

Evie hesitated for a moment, quickly launching into her explanation, though a hint of insincere mockery flickered in her eyes.

She had employed this tactic countless times. throughout our lives.

As long as she could hint at even a shadow of doubt in Mother’s mind, the blame would inevitably fall on me.

Sometimes, I couldn’t even remember what I had done wrong, only to return home and face a barrage of accusations and beatings from Mom.

But eventually, I wised up. Whether or not it was my fault, I took the blame, enduring a few harsh words from Mother, but at least the beatings were less frequent.

Before I grasped this lesson, my body had been nothing but a canvas of bruises.