There is a sister living inside me.
For twenty years I have felt her presence.
Seven months ago, doctors finally removed the teratoma.
I thought I was free, until tonight, a vicious voice screamed in my head:
"Stupid sister, do you think I've really been cut off?"
The sleeping pills fell from my hand, and I felt a cramping pain in my abdomen. I felt like something was moving in my stomach.
As the voice called my sister, the movement grew louder and louder.
"It's just a fertilized egg. Why can you develop into a healthy person, while I can only be a piece of rotten meat."
"When I grow it back, your body will be mine."
"I want to live on your behalf and enjoy your life."
