Beyond the Grave: A Tale of Invisible Suffering and Lost Souls

tler than when my pa

. As long as they had called me their preciou

er. I called ten times,

iately started scolding me for not coming home

to such a jinx? I should have ne

e pain in my wrists, but

t to die. Could you call me yo

er voice mixed with

phone first. Even if you die, I'll sell your valuable

r? Oh my god! Yo

and so did my ch

nd my body remained in th

text from my phone, sent by t

to my brother, an unforge

la, glared angrily at

she sends back a lifelike statue. Why didn't she sen

statue of my body, mimicking

is was m

ugh when I was alive. I had been working as a child laborer since

cold. I had wrung them out several

stayed on me. Otherwise, if they had dripped

ck me up, but she never came. I walked home in the rain, and the

fell, Lisa scolded me a

Don't hit her face. If it scars, the gift f

ng a pig to sell

ce a pig didn't come out of Lisa's belly or co

statue for being unlucky an

ked it, huggin

You can't throw it away. I

inded, like a child, our sib

wounds I suffered in th

t...Raina...It hurts." When Lisa didn't feed me, Matthew would secr

ied all night, it was Matthew who clumsily made me laugh, thre

of Matthew but because of

ke statue, and our parents, who

felike statue. He tilted his head and looked at me, as if

, and he picked ou

use it symbolized

ng time until the smell of burning came fro

out his phone

p-be

being dialed was like

glimmer

he lifelike statue was not

d out I was dead, th

hey reg

y body, weeping and lamen

er treating me well i

e didn't ring, and the

ing me for not coming back for Matthew's bi

come home for dinner, let alo

s. Matthew wore a birthday hat on his head, dan

family, my hand passing through the chopsticks, pre

ad never tasted Lisa's cooking, and she had never let me sit at the table. Lisa le

treated me with utter disreg