Reborn: I Won't Tiptoe Around My Sensitive Sister

My older sister, Lucy Wheeler, is an extremely sensitive person.

She'll burst into tears immediately if her doll is dirty or if a cream puff bursts in advance.

In order to maintain peace in the household, my parents will fulfill any of Lucy's wishes endlessly. Since she doesn't like me at all, my parents don't hesitate to kick me back to my grandparents' home in the countryside.

Later on, Grandpa and Grandma pass away one after the other, leaving me with no choice but to go home to my parents and Lucy.

That's when everyone sets up 3672 house rules for me to follow.

Since Lucy loves blueberries, I'm not allowed to touch any of them.

Since Lucy loves dresses, I'm not allowed to look prettier than her.

After undergoing 20 years of torment, I end up contracting breast cancer, resulting in my tragic death.

When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the first day I've gotten home after my grandparents' passing.

Lucy is extremely sensitive, right?

Well then, I'd like to see which one's the more superior weapon—her tears or my fists!

"You'll stay in this room…"

Mom cleared out the smallest room in the house for me.

Before I could even react, tears started pouring down my elder sister's face. "No! This room belongs to Bun Bun!"

Hearing that, Mom rushed over to comfort her. "But your sister is home now. She needs somewhere to sleep!"

But my sister, Lucy Wheeler, was extremely upset. She cried harder. "No, no, no! This is Bun Bun's room. Bun Bun won't have a room anymore."

Bun Bun was the rabbit plushie in Lucy's arms.

Lucy was an extremely sensitive person. Even the smallest change could cause her emotions to spiral. Because of that, she had no friends and couldn't keep pets. Stuffed animals were the most important things in her life.

Mom tried comforting her for a while, but it clearly wasn't working. Without hesitation, Mom turned to me and said, "In that case, you can sleep on the couch. You'll be leaving for college soon and moving into a dorm anyway."

I responded by charging straight at the highly sensitive Lucy. Before anyone could react, I landed two hard slaps across her face. "Cry, cry, cry! All you do is cry, huh? Is crying the only thing you're good at?

"You miserable curse. Why don't you just die? If you die, I'll bury your stupid toy with you, then the two of you can be together forever. You want me to sleep on the couch? You psycho! Who do you think—"

Her crying grew louder and louder. She was sobbing so hard that she looked like she couldn't breathe.

The more I watched, the angrier I got. I grabbed her hair and yanked hard. "Cry some more! Since you love crying so much, let me help you out. Damn it! If you stop crying, I'll beat you to death."

Mom screamed and lunged at me, grabbing me and trying to pull me away. "You brat! What are you doing? You're not allowed to hit your sister."

I refused to let go. So, Lucy started hitting and scratching me.

In response, I bit down hard on Lucy's cheek. The harder she hit me, the harder I bit.

The entire house echoed with Lucy's shrill screams and choking cries.

No matter what Mom did, she couldn't pull me away. So, she changed tactics. With a face full of helplessness, she pleaded with me. "Be good. Lucy doesn't know any better, but you do. She's sick. Stop this nonsense and let go."

My response to that was to bite down even harder…

In my previous life, everything in this family revolved around the overly sensitive Lucy. At first, it was small things like giving up my room or never competing with her for snacks.

Then, I got accepted into college. She cried because she couldn't get into one. So, I was forced to give it up and attend a vocational school instead.

When I wanted to work, she cried, envious of how confident and ambitious I looked. So, I ended up staying home to take care of her.

Even when I got a boyfriend and wanted to get married, she cried.

Every time she cried, my parents forced me to compromise to stop her incessant crying.

Eventually, I had turned into an invisible maid in my own home.

When I still refused to let go, Mom turned frantic. Finally, she said, "The room is yours! The room is yours."

Only then did I finally let go. Honestly, I had bitten so hard that my jaw was aching. Rubbing my face, I watched Mom hold Lucy while they both cried, muttering complaints about me under her breath.

I only sneered coldly. "She can't control herself because she's mentally unstable. You can't do anything about it. So why keep her here and make everyone miserable? Can't you send her to a psychiatric hospital?"

As soon as I said that, Lucy cried even harder, huge drops of tears falling from her eyes as she sobbed, "I'm not crazy, Penny…"

Mom looked heartbroken. She hugged Lucy tightly and comforted her over and over. "My baby isn't crazy. She's just sensitive. It's okay."

As she spoke, she reached out as if she wanted to hit me. But I caught her wrist and shoved her away.

I didn't hit her. Instead, I started maniacally smashing everything in the house while screaming, "If she isn't crazy, then why are you all tiptoeing around her? Why do you get to treat me like this?"