I was diagnosed with depression. When I told my dad, he just thought I was being melodramatic. Then he turned around and bought my younger brother an iPhone 15. He said that at my age, he’d already been out working, and I was lucky to be attending vocational school. He told me to look for the problem in myself. Later, he took my brother on a trip and locked me inside the house. When he came home, he found my rotting, stinking corpse. He held my body and wept bitterly. Dad, why are you sad? Now that I’m dead, you don’t have to pay for my schooling anymore.
