I stood in front of them, feeling their anger.
A sharp pain pierced my heart.
Mom, I never mess around. I never curse you.
I'm just…
I'm just dead.
They say mothers and their kids are bonded. But how come you still don't feel a thing now that I'm dead?
I stopped breathing in that video. If you had observed carefully, you would have noticed the bruises and binding marks on my ankles.
And I said no such things. If you had trusted me even a little bit, you would have known that it was fake. It was AI technology.
But there were no ifs.
After a few seconds of silence, someone on the other end of the line said, "Hi there. This is Sunset Road Police Station. Is this the family of the phone owner?
"We busted a cell phone theft, and this is one of the phones we found. Feel free to come and claim it whenever you're available. "
My mom checked the caller ID repeatedly to confirm.
She then casually said, "No need. You can do whatever you want with it. "
After hanging up the phone, she continued to organize my things.
"She is so troublesome. She can't even keep an eye on her phone. What else can she do? She's such a loser. What a jinx. "
All my things had been sorted out and thrown into the trash bin, including my bedding.