My Brother's Wedding, My Funeral

When I was being sexually assaulted by a strange man, my brother Sebastian's lavish wedding was taking place downstairs.

I called him for help.

His cold, disgusted voice came through.

"Playing the victim again? Dora, why don't you just die!"

I hung up and leaped from the top floor.

I landed on the statue at his wedding venue.

The statue's wings pierced through my body.

I used my last bit of strength.

Smiling at Sebastian, I said.

"Don't worry... I'm going to die now."

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Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sanatorium.

I saw Sebastian with his head down, on the phone.