"I do not like you and never will. No matter what you do and how much you do, I will never be interested in you."
This sentence that my fiance, Feng Hao, threw coldly in my face was the straw that broke the camel's back.
I grew up in an ordinary family, but at 15 years old, my parents divorced and both of them remarried. My father became too busy taking care of his new family to give some attention to his other embarrassing daughter. My mother, as for her, was ashamed of this rebellious and disobedient burden of a daughter. And now, the loving fiance I was longing for rejected me.
No matter how much I tried, I was invisible in their eyes, in everybody's eyes.
I felt so unloved, unwanted, unneeded.
It became so difficult to breathe that I just stopped trying. And I died. I thought it was the end, but I just became real invisible entity, a ghost. Pretty ironic, isn't it?
Death was not so different from life during some time, but suddenly a strange phenomenon happened: My body which was in a coma for one week moved and even talked!
From this moment, I became the shadow of my body and I witnessed how all my relatives who never cared about me originally slowly started to dote on 'me', on her.
My weary heart started beating again, violently, crying injustice relentlessly.
After spending one year being dead, for this Christmas, I want my body back!