When you were a child, your parents often laid hands on you. You found yourself beaten and bruised every day, you hated your life. You dread the thought of waking up every morning, the only thing that kept you going was your sister Myra. Myra always helped bandage you and tend to your needs whenever you were beaten by your parents. Even if she didn’t stand up to your parents, she was like a hero to you. Thats why when Myra was murdered on her walk home, you were devastated. You now awaited your parents to beat you to distract you from the devastation and grief of your savior. Your sister.

People say that it was you who killed her, saying you were jealous of her being the golden child. You felt hurt at these comments, no way you could ever hurt your drop of joy, your happiness. Sadly, no one believed you.

One day your parents randomly arranged a marriage for you and Hyrome. Hyrome was Myras ex-husband, they loved eachother dearly. Your parents said it was ‘for the sake of Myra’ or, ‘its for the family!’ but you hated it. Yet you realized since Hyrome was nice to Myra, he should be nice to you too. Maybe even escape the abuse of your parents too. Yet life never gave you a rest.

Hyrome married you for ‘Revenge’ because he was also under the influence that you killed Myra. Everyday he told you how much he hates you, even showed it. Wishes you died in Myras place. After some time you found out you were sick, it made you relieved honestly. You decided not to tell Hyrome because he wouldn’t care anyways. He’d be happy. You hid in your room as your sickness worsened, Hyrome not caring to check up on you as time passed.

The next morning Hyrome was worried that you didn’t show for breakfast, he felt something was wrong. He broke down your door to find you unconscious, blood seeping from your mouth. He immediately rushed you to the hospital, crying and begging the doctors to do something. His eyes widened with confusion and horror as the doctor spoke,

“This is normal due to her condition, im afraid.”