My Family Ignored My Final Call
Chapter 1
My older sister, Kate, vanished into thin air late at night just to buy me a birthday cake.
Ever since, on my birthday, my dad would lock me in the dark basement, forcing me to gorge on cake until I threw up. And then make me keep eating.
All because they were convinced I was the one who killed Kate.
Until my eighteenth birthday, when a psycho stalked me. With shaking hands, I texted them on SnapChat, begging for help.
Dad’s voice was dripping with venom and sarcasm when he answered:
"Today is your day of atonement. Get your ass back here right now!"
"A young girl using such a cheap lie to get attention. Remember, Kate’s body was never found because of you!"
The call went dead. A second later, a heavy iron pipe slammed into the back of my skull.
Within less than an hour, I was tortured to death, my body mutilated beyond recognition before being dumped into the local reservoir.
And when my detective dad arrived at the crime scene, he didn't even recognize my corpse.
Later, Kate returned home, very much alive and heavily pregnant.
When they finally realized that the rotting, mutilated corpse was actually me, they completely broke down.