Chapter 2

My sister and I are twins, so identical that outsiders can never tell us apart. There were times when even our parents, who should have known us best, almost couldn’t distinguish between

Naomi loves pink. All her school supplies and even her bedding are pink. As for me, I only love black.

Mom often teased her with a wry smile, “Naomi, if you hadn’t come from my belly, I’d swear you were adopted.”

Mom wasn’t entirely wrong. In our family, Naomi is the special one. She’s different from us, pure and kind by nature, and has been carefully protected by me and our parents.

But I was born “sick,” a monster in the eyes of others, with only Naomi willing to play with me. For the safety of others, my parents kept me home to study. I didn’t mind because as long as Naomi was there, I never felt lonely.

Our parents said Naomi was the family’s top priority. So, I’ve always protected her from the shadows.

But we never imagined that after just a year of high school, she would end up like this.

The doctor said we needed to take care of Naomi’s emotions. I stroked her forehead and whispered, “Naomi, I will avenge you.”

Just then, a sudden phone ringtone broke the silence. Naomi’s face turned deathly pale, and she covered her ears, screaming.

I took her phone and opened the message. It was a video showing Naomi being held under a faucet in the bathroom. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, and her face was flushed red from being choked by the water. The culprit stood to the side, laughing.

“If I catch you talking to him again, I’ll slash your face. Let’s see how you can flirt with the boys in our class then!”

The video ended with a warning from the bully.

Fury surged through my chest, nearly overwhelming me. I closed my eyes and shut off the phone.

Naomi’s teeth chattered, and it took her a while to stammer out, “They took a lot of videos of me without any clothes on.”

I patted her head gently, looking at her with tenderness. “Do you trust your sister?”

Naomi nodded.

I walked out into the backyard and used a hoe to dig a new patch of soil. Soon, someone else would be joining us here. Curses rang out nearby.

"You'll all be struck by lightning! You'll die in the most miserable way!"