The night before the college entrance exams, I called her for help. All I got in response was the busy tone of an automatically disconnected call. My heart sank, and I curled my lips into a bitter smile. With a man looming behind me, reaching out with a twisted expression, I turned and jumped from the high-rise. But the mother who had always hated me went mad when she heard I was dead. She grabbed my killer and demanded that he die with me.
