Sister Bullied- My Vengeful Rampage

My twin sister attempted suicide and was hospitalized. Her tormentors followed her to the hospital, mocking her for bringing it upon herself.

Later, I went to school wearing an identical face to my sister's.

The bullies were excited, but I was even more so.

Because I am a born monster, and the only one who could suppress my evil thoughts was my sister.

1

This was my sister's second suicide attempt. Our parents didn't hesitate to call the police this time.

But even when faced with law enforcement, the main bully remained smug and defiant.

"How can you say I bullied her? I could say she bullied me!" she protested.

"That's right, my daughter is such a sweetheart. She wouldn't even hurt an ant," her mother chimed in.

I watched this mother-daughter duo defend themselves from the other side of the security camera feed.

Meanwhile, my sister - who had greeted me cheerfully just this morning - lay weak and pale in her hospital bed.

Zoe, the ringleader of the bullies, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "If she acts like a b*tch, I'll treat her like one. Simple as that. What are you going to do about it? Throw me in jail? I dare you!"

She then made a mocking face at my sister, showing not a shred of remorse or fear.

Zoe's mother met my mom's gaze, her eyes filled with contempt. She quickly looked away, clicking her tongue. "Tch, like mother like daughter. Cut from the same cloth, I see."

My mom let out a casual laugh. I knew that laugh - mom was angry.

Mia, Zoe's little sidekick, seemed to have found her courage. She glared at my sister with disgust. "Cutting your wrists? That's nothing. If she really wanted to die, she should've jumped from the 18th floor. That would've turned her into mush for sure. Why bother with wrists? She didn't even die. I bet she just wants to extort money from us. Right, Zoe?"

"Hmph! Ugly people always make a fuss," Zoe sneered.

Due to lack of concrete evidence and the fact that they were all minors, the incident ended with Zoe giving a verbal apology.

Back home, our little princess - the one we had cherished and protected - lay motionless in her bed.

Bruises of various sizes covered her body. My parents and I finally noticed some things we had missed before.

After a long silence, I said, "I'll go to school in my sister's place."

My parents understood what I meant. They knew what I was going to do. I turned and went into the bathroom. In the mirror, I saw a face identical to my sister's staring back at me.

2

My sister and I are twins. Most people can't tell us apart. Even our parents have almost mixed us up a few times.

Lily loves pink. Her backpack, stationery, and even her bedding are all pink. I, on the other hand, prefer black.

Mom often teases Lily, "If I hadn't given birth to you myself, I'd think we picked you up somewhere!"

Mom's joke isn't without reason. In our family, Lily is the special one.

She's different from us. She's naturally pure and kind-hearted, carefully protected by me and our parents ...