Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

Before I returned to the Smiths, I had imagined

countless times what a home would be like.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I had seen children rolling around beside their parents when all the lights of the city were on, and I had seen children tightly embraced by their parents during the darkest storms.

I longed for a home.

I yearned for someone who, like those parents, would protect me with all their might.

Someone who would stand up for me when I was bullied.

Someone who would, like a superhero, say, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

So when I finally returned to the Smiths, including before my graduation ceremony, I still held out hope for family bonds.

Later, I did see my parents and brother looking like superheroes.

But at that time, they weren’t protecting me.

I can’t swim. The feeling of suffocation terrifies me.

Charlotte said she was being bullied.

In an effort to fit into this family, I took on the role of an older sister.

I followed her to a small grove not far from home.

There was a pool of water there.

But she wasn’t being bullied.

She had gathered a few people, waiting in the grove.

The moment I appeared, they submerged me in the frigid river water.

I struggled desperately, but the more I fought, the tighter those demons clung.

Darkness, suffocation, and the biting cold of the water gradually consumed my sanity.

H was utterly terrified.

I screamed with all my might, hoping someone would come to my rescue.

But those demons were anything but human.

They said, “Scream all you want. In this freezing weather, who do you think would come out?”

“We’re the only ones who bothered to come out and play with you.”

“Have you cooled off in the water? If so, come on up and keep playing with us.”

That sentence felt like a decree of mercy.

I nodded frantically in the water.

The bubbling sound of the water intensified the suffocation.

Finally, they let me go.

In the dead of night, their laughter was as grating as nails on a chalkboard.

“Since you love being in the spotlight so much, Little bitch, how about we make sure you get all the attention?”

“How about stripping her and doing some body art?”

Charlotte’s laughter blended with theirs.

“Oh, you guys are so bad.”

“But I won’t stop you. Just make sure she’s dressed before Mom and Dad come around midnight.”

The group seemed to regard Charlotte as their leader.

Naturally, they agreed.

I couldn’t resist.I was compelled to allow them to strip me bare.I endured as they posed me in various humiliating stances.I stood helpless as they inscribed degrading words like ‘slut‘, ‘bitch‘, ‘whore‘…in permanent ink across my skin.All of this was captured, frozen in time, by the flash of cameras.

Insults and taunts were etched into my skin, immortalized under the flash of their cameras.

Even after wandering for so long, I never realized how deep human malice could run.

Countless insults, countless cruel marks.

They covered every inch of skin that has not been exposed.

Finally, midnight was approaching.

They hurriedly dressed me.

Then they tied up Charlotte with a rope.

My parents and brother descended like gods from the heavens.

The moment Charlotte was untied, she threw herself into their arms.

Mom, Dad, it was Sarah who brought a bunch of thugs to tie me up. They did terrible things to me, I…

She didn’t finish her sentence before breaking into tears.

My brother said, ” Don’t be afraid, I’m here now.”

But at that moment, I was trembling in the cold wind, unable to utter a single word.

“Lies! What nonsense are you spouting?”

The story was over.

But out of nowhere, I received a slap.