Twisted Hearts

Chapter 1

My brother despised me, hated me.

He couldn't accept having a sister with a mental illness.

He often deliberately provoked me into having an episode in front of others, humiliating me.

The phrase he most frequently uttered was, "Caitlin, I really wish you would have an episode and die."

Later, I actually died.

But he went mad.

Every day, he stubbornly mimicked my shameful outbursts, pleading for me to appear in his dreams, even for a moment.

I died on the night of my brother's birthday. My body was cruelly dismembered and thrown into several bags, which were then discarded in different trash bins. For some reason, my soul did not dissipate. In a daze, I drifted back home again.

The house was brightly lit, and everyone was celebrating my brother's birthday. Shane, my brother, was frowning, holding a glass of wine, lost in thought. One of his friends spoke up.

"Shane, where's that crazy sister of yours? Call her out to join us!"

Shane clicked his tongue and downed his drink in one gulp. "She's not home. Who knows where she died."

"What a pity, one less person to mess with. She was always the most enthusiastic about your affairs. It's strange she hasn't come back today. Could something have happened to her?"