I Broke My Leg at 16 to Save My Three Childhood Friends

Three years after my forced amputation, I stayed locked inside my room, refusing to face the outside world.

Chloe, my so-called best friend who claimed she self-studied psychology, insisted on putting me through "exposure therapy."

And just like that, the three childhood best friends who had once sworn to take care of me for the rest of my life changed.

They began withholding food and water from me.

They claimed it was the only way to awaken my will to survive.

Whenever I broke down emotionally, they locked me in a dark closet.

They said it would cure my codependency on them.