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My arm was suddenly yanked back, a searing pain ripping through it as the newly stitched wound tore open. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
Blood dripped from my fingers onto the ground.
He kept his head down, his eyes hidden beneath his bangs. After a long silence, he murmured, “Get out, don’t ever let me see you again-
never!”
It was probably the kindest thing he had ever said to me.
struggled to my feet and glanced back at him.
Clutching my bleeding arm, I stumbled through
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the crowd and boarded the train.
I was leaving the city.
It wasn’t my home.
My home lay somewhere far away, in any city distant from them.
Throughout the journey, my arm continued to bleed.
But I felt no pain; the thought of the new life ahead filled me with excitement.
I transferred a few times and finally arrived in Salt Lake City.
In this city far from my past, I rented a small room facing south. I decorated it with
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care, choosing warm–toned furniture and a lampshade with a cozy yellow light.
It felt like a true home.
I also adopted a stray cat and named her Daisy.
When I first found her, she was trembling under a bridge, her fur matted and tangled.
I brought her home and gave her a bath.
She often snuggles in my arms, the only warmth I can feel in this world.
One day, I went out to buy cans for Daisy.
As I crossed the crosswalk, a car collided with
- me.
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Salt Lake City has a low population density, especially in the area where I live, where vehicles and pedestrians are scarce.
I was the only one crossing the street when the car approached. It slowed slightly but still hit
- me.
I heard the sound of the cans hitting the ground and felt my body slam onto the pavement.
Dazed, I stood up, touched my head, and saw blood on my hand.
I picked up the cat food, planning to return home where Daisy was waiting for her treat.
A few steps later, my vision darkened, and I collapsed.
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In the darkness, a woman’s voice spoke.
“There’s nothing serious, just a concussion.”
I recognized it.
It was Lydia’s biological mother.
“Of course, the driver I hired at a high price is quite skilled,” she continued.
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The following voice was from Lydia’s stepfather.
I never imagined I would end up in their hands.
Something sharp pierced my arm.
“Will this injection kill her?” Lydia’s father’s worried voice asked.
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“Only brain death. Her body will still function.”
“That’s good…”
I was really about to become Lydia’s blood bank.
Overwhelmed with fear, I quickly calmed myself, and then I fell into an endless darkness.
Daisy, I’m so sorry. Mommy can’t come back. What will you do now?