They Loved Her After She Died

When my stepsister, Lucy Sloven, frames me for triggering her allergic reaction, my three brothers force me into a cramped, airless cellar and seal the door with chains. I slam my fists against the cellar door, pleading with them to let me out. My eldest brother, Aaron Caldwell, a powerful figure in the business world, snaps coldly, "I usually turn a blind eye when you bully Luce, but you knew she was allergic to seafood and still made her eat it. Are you trying to kill her? Stay in there and reflect on your actions!" My second brother, Bruce Caldwell, a rising pop star, and my third brother, Clark Caldwell, a genius painter, scoff in unison. "Someone as vicious as you still dares to play the victim. Stay in there and suffer!" With that, they scoop up the trembling Lucy and rush her to the hospital. As time drags on, the oxygen dwindles. Every breath becomes a struggle until I suffocate to death inside. Three days later, when my brothers return from the hospital with Lucy, they finally remember me. They have no idea that I have already died from oxygen deprivation in that narrow cellar.