When My Breath Faded, She finally Cried

My mother took my life just to please my stepfather.

My stepfather’s son saw the robot-shaped inhaler I used to save my life during asthma attacks. He cried and demanded to have it.

My stepfather glanced at my mother. Without hesitation, she turned around and snatched the robot from my hands.

"Mom—"

Before I could finish, the air in my throat was cut off.

The boy pushed me to the ground. I desperately clawed at my pocket, trying to reach my emergency spray.

"Faking it again," my stepfather sneered. "Girls are always so dramatic."