Memory of the Wronged

“As her older sister, you hold a lot of responsibility for letting Emily behave that way,” Ben said coldly. “Of course, I’ll punish her too. Once we find her, I’ll make sure she’s confined for three days.”

Steve frowned. “Dad, there’s no need to punish her. It’s not like she did something unforgivable. I understand her. She’s told me more than once that she’s scared of losing us, scared of being replaced by Lily. She just wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Yes. She just wasn’t thinking clearly.

I closed my eyes again, a dry, bitter smile tugging at my lips.

Why could I still smile?

It was strange.

Even now, they still loved Emily.

And me? I had never been loved.

“It’s almost funny. Who grows up never knowing what love feels like?” I thought bitterly.

Mr. Wilson glanced at my condition and spoke carefully. “Mr. Zeller, shall we continue? Miss Lily’s memories have already been extracted twice. She’s been cooperative, but her mental state seems unstable. I suggest we pause for now.”

“Pause? Emily’s missing! She’s been gone for five days. She’s never suffered a day in her life, and now she could be in danger. I need to find her right now!”

Ben’s voice thundered with fury, and Mr. Wilson immediately fell silent. He turned back to the controls and continued the hypnosis.

This time, I dreamed of the day Emily disappeared.

Three days before she disappeared, Ben bought me a piano and told me to practice.

It wasn’t because he cared about me. He just thought I didn’t act like a daughter from a wealthy family.

I felt like a beggar who had suddenly moved into a wealthy family, completely out of place.

Whenever guests came over, he made me hide so no one would see me. He only let Emily, the talented and graceful one, appear in front of them.

But that couldn’t last forever. Rumors started spreading outside that the Zellers’ oldest daughter had been sent back to that little town she came from because no one had ever seen her.

So Ben, feeling the pressure, decided it was time to “fix” me.

The piano was just the first step.

He bought it, hired a teacher, and wanted to see if I had any talent.

To everyone’s surprise, I did. The teacher kept praising me over and over again.

Ben was pleased and told me to keep practicing.

He even smiled at me.

It was the first time I had ever been praised by my family. I hid in the bathroom and cried for a long time.

After that, I poured my heart into practice.

I wanted to become a pianist. I wanted to belong in this family. I never wanted to go back to that small town again.

That place terrified me.

But after only two days, I sliced my fingers on hidden razor blades wedged between the piano keys.

Almost every gap had one.

Blood poured down my hand the moment I pressed a key.

I screamed in pain as Emily came rushing over, her face twisted into a fake look of concern.

“What happened, Lily? Did you slice your finger open?”

There was no doubt in my mind that it was her doing.

Shaking with anger, I shouted, “Dad told me to practice! Why do you always have to be so cruel?”

Emily grinned. “That’s right, I am cruel. I don’t like you playing the piano, and I don’t like Dad praising you. Got a problem with that?”

Blood dripped from my fingers as I clenched my teeth, ready to tell on her.

Emily followed lazily behind me, then suddenly leaned close and whispered in my ear with a strange, chilling laugh. “Go ahead, Bunny Girl. Tell on me.”

A shiver ran through my entire body. Terror spread through me like ice, and the world around me seemed to darken all at once.

I fell to the floor, trembling, staring up at her. “You… how do you know about that…?”