Chapter 9
My mother’s face turned pale with fear, and she hurried to calm me down.
“Sweetheart, please let go of your father. If you want to see the study, we’ll take you there again!”
Again?
What did that mean?
I had never been inside the study!
Just as I was trying to make sense of this, my parents led me into the study.
It was my first time entering the study, but I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as though I had been there many times before. The arrangement and layout of the room seemed as though I had set it up myself.
Mom sniffed, clicked the projector on, and a shocking and eerie scene appeared on the screen. I gasped.
It was a surveillance video taken in my bedroom.
In the footage, my first boyfriend, Eric, was lying asleep on the bed.
He was deeply asleep, but I could see myself with a grotesque expression, eagerly and greedily lifting a kitchen knife, preparing to strike it down on his head!
I screamed in terror and shut my eyes, unable to bear watching any longer, my heart almost leaping out of my chest.
My mother, tears in her eyes, turned off the video and walked up to me. She rolled up her sleeve, then rolled up my father’s and sister’s sleeves too. Their arms were covered in bite marks, deep and shallow, gruesome to look at.
A chill ran through me.
“What… what is this?”
Mom sighed heavily.
“Actually, you were married before. Eric was your first boyfriend. When you brought him home all excited, your father and I agreed to your marriage.‘
1, grabbed “Once, when you two visited us, that night you suddenly sleepwalked, went to the ki a knife, saying you wanted to cut a watermelon, and then… you saw what happened in the video.”
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Eric was badly injured and almost died. Your father and I went bankrupt trying to compen
the medical bills, but his family didn’t pursue the matter. However, we found that your behavi was becoming increasingly strange. You would say odd things, even hallucinate, and kept saying were beating and scolding you. We took you to see doctors, and after a long period of treatment, you became normal.”
But I couldn’t remember anything my mom was saying.
She told me that after divorcing Eric, I had four more boyfriends.
They promised to love and protect me, but when it came to marriage, my father would tell them about my schizophrenia.
As soon as they heard I had a mental illness and could be dangerous, they all ran away.
The vows and promises they made meant nothing in the face of my illness.
In an effort to avoid me staying in the hospital, my parents took me home with medication to care for me.
At first, I took my medicine on time, and my condition was well–managed.
But then one night, I flushed my medicine down the toilet, and soon after, I completely lost my mind. I started imagining that people were out to get me and that no one was trustworthy.
The marks on my family’s arms were because I tried to escape, and they caught me, but I bit them.
They didn’t grab me to abuse me; they just wanted me to accept treatment and live like a normal person, to live a happy, peaceful life.
