On the day of my eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, my brother rushed out and smashed my coming-of-age ceremony.
"My cousin was severely depressed and hospitalized because of you. How can you still have the nerve to hold a coming-of-age ceremony here?"
Zhuma stopped me when I wanted to argue with my brother, his eyes were filled with hatred.
"This is just stating the facts. Why can't you even listen to the truth now?"
They always thought that it was my bullying of my cousin who had no father or mother in school that made her severely depressed.
But it was obvious that her severe depression was an act, and she just wanted to make me lose everything by pretending to be pitiful.
Later, my cousin was discharged from the hospital. In order to prevent me from hurting her again, my brother encouraged my parents to let me move to the storage room.
There was a fire in the storage room and I was burned alive.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the time when my cousin said she was depressed.
When she was crying at home while holding the certificate of depression and secretly looking at me provocatively, I slapped her twice.
Then slapped the bipolar disorder report on her face,
"Sorry sister, I have bipolar disorder, so I'm a little irritable. Please bear with me."
