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00:00I was born a liar. That's the label my mom gave me. It all started because my mom, a firm
00:05believer
00:06in scientific parenting, put honesty necklaces on me and my twin sister the day we were born.
00:11Whenever you lied, the pendant on the necklace would glow red, and mom would press a remote
00:16to send an electric current as punishment. My sister's necklace was always green, even when
00:21she cut mom's dress and blamed it on the cat. The necklace just blinked gently with a green light.
00:27But me, just saying mom, I'm hungry, would make my necklace flash red instantly, followed
00:33by a jolt of electricity straight to my skin. At first, I tried to defend myself, but mom
00:38said, machines don't lie. The pain will teach you a lesson. Mom's doing this for your own
00:44good. After thousands of electric shocks, I started to believe it too. Maybe I really
00:49was born a liar. On New Year's Eve, mom was taking my sister to see the fireworks. A sharp
00:54pain tore through my stomach. I curled up on the floor, begging,
00:58Mom, my stomach hurts so bad. Please help me.
01:02But my necklace flashed red like crazy. Mom looked down at me, drenched in sweat, and
01:08turned the current to Max. You're faking sick just to come with us to the fireworks? You're
01:12hopeless. She turned and walked out the door with my sister. I couldn't help but think,
01:17Mom must be right. The necklace is red, so I must not really be in pain. I'm just lying
01:22for attention again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll learn to be an honest kid.
01:28It hurts so much. It hurts so much. Mom was back. Mom's a doctor. She must have realized
01:39something was wrong. She came to save me. Are you done yet? The fireworks are about to
01:43start, and Jenny's getting impatient. Mom! Mom, it really hurts. It feels like my intestines
01:49are twisting. How long are you going to keep this up? You're such a liar. You can just stay home
01:58and reflect on yourself. Honey, come on. Hurry up. The fireworks show is about to start. If she
02:03don't want to go, fine. Should we save her some food? Save her food? She has a bunch of snacks
02:08in
02:08her closet, which she buy with the money she stole last time. She won't starve. Lock the door. We'll let
02:13her out. Only her necklace turns green. But what? Spare the rod and spoil the child. Look how honest
02:19Jenny is. Her necklace is always green. Stella's just a bad egg, and she needs to be corrected.
02:26But my closet was empty. That time, my sister took the money. She ate all the snacks, too.
02:32My sister just stood there, her necklace glowing soft green. I know one of you took the money.
02:37who did it. It wasn't me. And mom believed her. When I tried to say I didn't take it either,
02:44my necklace turned red, and I got another shock. No, mommy, I did it!
02:55Bye-bye, sister. We're going to see the pretty fireworks.
03:17Tears streaming down my face. I hypnotized myself. I don't know how long passed. It didn't hurt quite
03:23as much anymore. With my last bit of strength, I crawled to my desk. I had to write a self
03:29-criticism.
03:30That was the rule. Whenever the red light came on, I had to write a thousand words of I am
03:34a liar.
03:35My hands shaking. I opened that crumpled, worn-out diary. It was filled with self-criticisms from before.
03:41But this time, I wanted to write the truth. Mom, I really love you.
03:47It really hurts so much. Why won't you believe me? Mom, please just believe me. Just once.
03:54Everything was getting blurry. Tears streaming. I used my last bit of strength to write.
03:59After I wrote the last word, the sharp pain in my stomach suddenly vanished. In its place was a
04:05lightness I'd never felt before. My body grew light. I floated up. I looked down and saw myself
04:10slumped over the desk. My hand hanging limply in the air. On my neck, the necklace was still
04:16blinking red like crazy. So this is what it's like to die? I still haven't learned to be an honest
04:22kid.
04:24I'm sorry mom. I was woken up by laughter. It was mom, dad, and my sister. Mom's voice held a
04:31tenderness I'd never heard before. I floated in midair, watching the front door open. Even though I was a
04:36soul now, I instinctively floated over to greet them, wanting to get their slippers like I always
04:41did. It was a habit carved into my bones, the need to please. Mom, I'm not in pain anymore.
04:49I'll be good. Please don't be mad. I opened my arms, wanting to hug the woman still carrying the
04:56winter chill. But my hands passed right through her, like wind through nothing. Why is it so cold
05:01in here? Is the heater off? I froze, staring at my own transparent hands. Yeah, I'm dead.
05:09Dead people can't hug the living. Go check on Stella. She hasn't come out to eat. Maybe she's
05:15really hungry. Good old dad. I looked hopefully at mom. If she found out I was dead, would she be
05:20sad?
05:21Would she regret it? Mom snorted and walked toward my room.
05:26She pushed my door open. She didn't turn on the light. In the glow from the living room,
05:32she saw me slumped over the desk, not moving, like I was asleep. Oh, still lying there?
05:40You think lying that will make me carry you to bed? Stella, you're 10 years old, not 5.
05:46Mom! I'm not pretending to sleep! I'm dead! Look at me! Touch me! I'm cold!
05:58But she couldn't hear me. She only believed what she could see.
06:02Sister's a big sleepy head. Look, my necklace is green, but Sister's is still red. Sister's
06:09always lying. She's even lying in her dreams. Our Jenny's such a good girl. Don't mind this
06:18liar. Let her lie there. See how long she can keep it up. Maybe we should put her in bed.
06:25It's cold out. Put her in bed? The experts in scientific parenting say you have to be cold
06:30in moments like this. She has to realize her own mistake. Look at that red light. It means her
06:36mental state is still extreme resistance. She hasn't repented at all. All right, time for bed.
06:41We're going to Grandma's tomorrow for New Year's. Mom turned sharply and closed the door again.
06:47I floated beside my body, staring at that single point of red light in the darkness.
06:51The sadness in my heart was colder than death itself. Mom, if you had taken just one step closer,
06:58if you had just touched my hand, you would have known I was dead. But you didn't. You only believed
07:03that cold, lifeless machine. Not the daughter you carried for 10 months.
07:08Late at night, a mouse crept out of my empty closet. I used to be terrified of mice. I'd scream
07:14every time I saw one. But now, I could only float on the ceiling, watching it crawl all over my
07:20body.
07:20I whispered weakly. But no sound came out. The mouse bit through my toe. A little blackish purple blood
07:26oozed out. I couldn't feel it anymore. Good. It finally didn't hurt. I said to the pitiful shell
07:33below me. It's okay. You can't feel it anymore. It'll be over soon. The next morning, sunlight fell
07:41on my body, but it brought no warmth. From the kitchen came the clatter of pots and pans. Mom was
07:46making breakfast. The smell of fried eggs drifted through the crack in my door. Usually, that was the
07:52smell I craved most. But all I ever got was boiled vegetables, because Mom said,
07:57Liars didn't deserve meat. Today, she banged the spatula extra loud on purpose. I knew what she was
08:04doing. She was trying to tempt me. She wanted me to give in, come out, and admit I was wrong.
08:10If this were before, maybe I would have confessed to things I didn't do, just for one fried egg.
08:16But now, I didn't need to eat anymore. Stella still hasn't come out? Nope. Stubborn as a mule.
08:26Spoiled brat. Fine. Don't eat. See if I care. My sister drank her milk, her eyes darting around.
08:34She ran up to my door on purpose and took a big sniff. Then, with a dramatic yell,
08:39Mom! What? Sister's room stinks! Did she poop in there? The heater was too strong. After just one
08:49night, I was starting to smell. Mom would hate me even more. Stella! The bathroom's right there!
08:58Did your legs break? You actually pooped in your room? You're hopeless! You'd rather lose all
09:04self-respect than admit you're wrong? I remembered once, when I was little. I had acute gastroenteritis.
09:11I couldn't make it to the bathroom and messed up my pants. Mom not only refused to wash me,
09:17she made me stand in the yard as a punishment. She pointed at me and told the neighbors I was
09:21as dirty as a pig. Now, she thought I was dirty again. Leave her alone! Let her sit in her
09:27own
09:28stink! Let it choke her! The smell's pretty strong. Let me check it out. Maybe there's a dead mouse or
09:33something. Dad stood up and walked toward my door. My heart leaped. Dad! Open the door!
09:40Look at me! I'm right here! Just turn the handle and you'll see I'm not moving! You'll see my face
09:48already turning black! What? The server crashed? Okay, okay, I'm coming right now. Honey, emergency at work.
09:58I gotta go. Might not be back for a few days. But what about Stella? Mom didn't even finish before
10:04dad slammed the door shut behind him. I was stunned. So close. Just one second. If that call had come
10:11a
10:11moment later, I'd have been found. Maybe then I wouldn't have to rot any longer. That afternoon,
10:17mom took my sister out shopping. The house was empty except for my body. At night, they came back loaded
10:23with fancy seafood and gifts. The smell hit them the second they walked in. Mom covered her nose,
10:28even gagging. Stella! Does this place have to look like a lamb stilt? She wouldn't even open the door
10:35to yell at me, like looking at that room would somehow dirty her eyes. She grabbed wide packing
10:40tape, crouched down, and viciously sealed the bottom crack of my door. You like the smell so much?
10:46Fine! Rot in there by yourself! Just don't let it stink up the rest of us!
10:57Ah, peace and quiet. I stared at that sealed door. The last bit of hope in my heart suffocated along
11:03with the tape. Turns out, in mom's heart, my life or death mattered less than a fancy seafood dinner.
11:09She'd rather seal me and then look to see if I'd died in there. Mom, you win.
11:18I'll never bother you again.
11:23The third morning, winter sunlight streamed into the living room, but it couldn't dispel the gloom
11:28hanging over the house. The underfloor heating was cranked up. 26 degrees. The tape couldn't hold
11:34back the smell anymore. It was a nauseating, greasy stench of decay. Mom was trimming freshly
11:40bought flowers, but no amount of floral scent could cover the reek of death. Mom cut a rose viciously,
11:46the thorns piercing her hand. She'd finally had enough. In her mind, I hadn't bathed. I'd pooped
11:52in my room. I'd probably hidden a dead mouse in there, all just to spite her, to defy her authority.
11:57Stella, you've gone too far. If you don't repent, I won't let you off easily. It seems that gentle
12:04reminders don't work for you. I must use hard ARBAP to teach you Jelfigwin. I floated in front
12:09of mom, watching her twisted face, waving my arms desperately. Even though she didn't love me,
12:15I didn't want her to see me like that. But she passed right through me.
12:18I'm ugly. I'm rotten. You'll be scared.
12:32Stella! What have you done?
12:38She looked up and saw me, still slumped over the desk just like three days ago,
12:42my back to her, not moving. To her, it was silent defiance. The ultimate disrespect,
12:48I'm talking to you. You hear me? Still playing dead?
12:52Blind with rage, mom charged in, raising the rolling pin. But she didn't strike.
12:57She wanted to grab me first, to see my defiant face. Her hand grabbed the back of my collar,
13:02touched the skin of my neck. Then she froze. No warmth of life at all. She blinked. But inertia
13:08kept her pulling. My body fell backward. Chair and all crashed to the floor. The chair slammed
13:14against the ground. My body, stiff as a statue, toppled over. My face was finally visible.
13:22It wasn't the shy little girl she knew anymore. My face was purple black, my eyes bulging.
13:28My features twisted from the death throes. Dried white foam and black red blood caked at the
13:33corners of my mouth. And around my blackened neck, pressed against the rotting flesh.
13:38That honesty necklace mom was so proud of. Hanging there, lifeless. The skin on my neck was burnt
13:44black by the constant current, fused with the metal pendant. No more red light. No more green light.
13:51Just dead silence. Thump. A soft sound. The diary that had been pinned under my arm slid out as my
13:58body fell. Hiding stabbed into her eyes like knives. Mom, my stuck really hurts. The necklace is broken.
14:05I'm not lying. Please don't shock me. Mom stumbled back, her lower back slamming into the bookshelf
14:13behind her. Faces shattered on the floor. But she didn't feel the pain. Her eyes were wide, fixed on me
14:21on the ground. No. It's a trick. Make up special effects. Stella, get up. Mom's not mad anymore.
14:33Don't scare me. That feeling. It was too real. It was the temperature of death.
14:41Aunt Shelly called the police. She'd come running at mom's screams and collapsed at the door when she
14:47saw the scene. Sirens soon filled the neighborhood. Police came. Forensics came. Yellow tape went up.
14:53I watched them come and go. Watched flashlights flicker over my body. Mom was pulled onto the
14:58living room sofa by a female officer. Officer, she was faking sick. She's lied since she was little.
15:05The necklace was red. Machines don't lie. I was just disciplining her. I did it for her own good.
15:11No one listened. Everyone looked at her like she was a monster. When the coroner moved my body,
15:17they ran into a problem. The necklace. Because of the prolonged high voltage current,
15:22the heat had fused the metal to my skin, like it had grown into my flesh.
15:27Damn it. He had to get tools. Force the necklace off. Rip. The sound of skin tearing. An officer picked
15:35up the diary from the floor. Wearing gloves, he flipped through it. His face grew darker and darker.
15:42Mom stared at that diary, eyes locked on it. Suddenly, she lunged like a madwoman,
15:47trying to grab it. That's her self-criticism. She admitted it. She admitted. She lied. Look,
15:52she wrote it. We'll find out if she lie. That's when dad arrived. He saw the black body bag being
15:58carried out. That long zipper, sealing my whole life shut. Dad's legs gave out. He collapsed on the spot,
16:05wetting himself. My little sister was crying, terrified. She didn't understand what was happening.
16:11She just pointed at the blood-stained necklace on the table and asked.
16:15Mom, why is sister's necklace black? Mine's still green. She held up the pendant on her neck.
16:21The green light blinked innocently. Like a giant, cruel joke. The police started a temporary inquiry
16:28in the living room. Mom clutched at her last straw. She pointed at the bloody necklace,
16:33her voice shrill. Officers, check that necklace. That necklace proved she was lying. Red means lying.
16:41I only shocked her when it was red. I didn't abuse her. The machine showed it. I was just
16:47disciplining her. The officer frowned at her like she was insane.
16:50Ma'am, the deceased has multiple old electrical burns. That was discipline. Education.
16:56Mom screamed, cutting him off. To prove she was innocent. To prove she wasn't a murderer.
17:02She made a crazy demand. She lunged for the table, grabbing the necklace still covered in my flesh
17:08and blood. Ignoring the gore. Hands shaking, she forced it onto her own neck. I'll prove it.
17:15I'm innocent. As long as it's green, it means I'm telling the truth. She clicked the necklace around
17:21her own neck. Click. It locked. The cold metal touched her skin, sticky with my blood. Mom took a
17:29deep breath, trying to calm herself. She held up the pendant for the officers to see,
17:34her eyes wild with certainty. Watch closely. I'm Clara. I'm Stella's mother. That was the truth.
17:41Absolutely true. But...
17:48A piercing shriek erupted. The dormant red light blazed to life. Red as blood. Red as evil. In the dim
17:55living room, it was like a bloodshot eye snapping open. Mom froze. The confident expression on her
18:01face locked in place. She slapped the pendant, like fixing a glitching TV. What's wrong? It's broken?
18:08I told the truth. I'm Clara. Panic crept into her voice, her words tumbling out faster.
18:15It must be broken. That coroner broke it. Let me try it again. One more time. It didn't abuse my
18:20child. I did it for her own good. I love her. The red light flashed even faster, a continuous
18:27strobe of red. Sensing her extreme heart rate, the necklace automatically released the leak current.
18:32Mom jolted, her neck spasming, hands flying to her throat as she doubled over.
18:37It hurt. Even that tiny current made her neck cramp, goosebumps rising over her skin. And
18:43suddenly she remembered. Ten years old. Me. The current at maximum. Curled on the floor,
18:51biting through my lip, afraid to even cry out. So this is what it felt like. Mom completely
18:57lost it. She screamed at the necklace, spill flying. Why is it red? Why? I'm telling the truth. Why? I'm
19:05telling the truth. Turn green. No matter how she screamed, the red light kept flashing, mocking her
19:11silently. You're a liar. You're a liar. Enough. Stopping doesn't detect lies. He grabbed the
19:19instruction manual found during the search and slammed it on the coffee table. It's just a simple
19:23galvanic skin response and heart rate monitor. It works like this. When you're nervous, anxious,
19:28scared, or in pain, your heart rate goes up, your galvanic skin response increases, and the light
19:32turns red. Right now, you're terrified, anxious, tachycardic. Of course it's all red. He stepped
19:38closer to mom. Your daughter had a perforated appendix. She was writhling on the floor in agony.
19:44The pain of internal perforation. How fast do you think her heart was beating? How terrified was she?
19:51In your eyes, the more it hurt. The faster her heart raced, the brighter the red light.
19:56And you thought that meant she was lying harder, so you cranked up the current.
20:01Your younger daughter-less has been set to green since it left the factory.
20:05No matter what she says or does, even if she murders someone, it stays green.
20:11Your scientific parenting? It's a complete, biased joke.
20:15Mom's world collapsed. She sat there, staring blankly at the red light flashing
20:20on her neck. Finally understanding. For 10 years. Every time my red light came on,
20:27it was because I was afraid. Afraid mom would be mad. Afraid of being misunderstood. Afraid of the food
20:34I hated on the table. I was in pain. Pain made my heart race. Made me sweat with fear. I
20:40was longing.
20:42Longing for her hug. Longing for her to hold me like she held my sister. Every signal of a beating
20:47heart, she'd read as evidence of a lie. A wail erupted from mom. She clawed at the necklace around
20:53her neck. But the necklace's clasp, damaged by her violent struggle earlier, was jammed.
21:02Stuck tight around her neck. She couldn't pry it off. Can't get it off. Can't get it off.
21:08Stella? Take the necklace. Mommy was wrong. It hurts. Can't handle this little bit of pain,
21:15mom? I took it for 10 years. To confirm the details of the abuse and build the case.
21:21The police opened the diary, the key piece of evidence, in front of mom and dad. That diary
21:27I'd kept for 10 years, filled with humiliation and blood and tears. The female officer's voice was soft,
21:32but every word cut deep. February 14th, sunny. Mom gave me celery. I'm allergic to celery.
21:39It makes my throat swell up. I can't breathe. I said I didn't want it, that it would make me
21:45sick.
21:46Because I was scared of making mom mad. My heart was racing. The red light came on. Mom said I
21:52was a
21:53picky eater and a liar, and made me eat the whole plate. That night, I coughed up blood. My throat
21:58burned
21:59like fire. Mom saw it and said I drank tomato juice and was faking it. She shocked me for another
22:0410
22:05minute. Mom covered her mouth, her whole body shaking violently. That night, she really had
22:10thought it was tomato juice. She hadn't even looked closely at my vomit before turning away to tell my
22:16sister a story. It was blood. Blood from a throat swollen and torn. The officer turned the page and
22:22continued. June 1st. Children's Day. Sister cut mom's dress. Sister's heartbeat was slow. Her necklace was
22:29green. I tried to explain, because I was scared of getting hit. All red lights. Mom shocked me for 10
22:36minutes. Current at level 5. It hurt so much, but I didn't dare cry. Because if I cried, my heart
22:43would
22:43race faster, and mom would think I was defiant, and shock me harder. I had to hold my breath. Pretend
22:49it
22:49didn't hurt. Mom said, see? She's not even screaming. That means it doesn't hurt. She's faking.
22:57Dad couldn't take it anymore. This man, invisible in this family for so long,
23:02we turned a blind eye to my suffering. We just wanted peace and quiet. He lunged forward.
23:08Slap.
23:08You monster. You monster. Look what you've done. That was your own daughter. You raised her like an
23:19animal. Mom's mouth bled. She fell to the floor, but she didn't fight back. She didn't cry. She just
23:27stared blankly, muttering. Not me. It wasn't my fault. Suddenly, she pointed at my sister,
23:35cowering in the corner. It was her! Jenny! Sister's necklace was always green. Sister was the honest
23:42one. She misled me. If it weren't for that green light, I wouldn't have trusted the red one so much.
23:49The little princess who'd always been cherished. An officer walked over. He unclasped the green
23:55necklace from my sister's neck. Got a screwdriver. Pryed opened the pendant.
24:04There were no complex sensor chips. No heart rate monitor. Just two cheap LEDs and a few button
24:11batteries. The circuit was hardwired. Permanently set to green. This is a $2 plastic toy. The officer
24:18tossed the broken pieces onto the table with a clatter. Your younger daughterless has been set to
24:24green since it left the factory. No matter what she says or does, even if she murders someone,
24:29it stays green. Your scientific parenting? It's a complete, biased joke. Mom stared at the plastic
24:37fragments. The truth she'd believed for 10 years. The evidence that had sentenced me to death. Just a
24:44toy. A toy controlled my fate for 10 years? A game where only I was in hell, and my sister
24:50in heaven?
24:50So I wasn't a liar. I wasn't a bad kid. What were all those years of suffering for? I laughed.
24:58And as I
24:58laughed, I cried. Turns out, souls can cry too. The last page of the diary was opened. The female
25:06officer's voice cracked. The handwriting is shaky. Probably written right before she died. Mom, if I die,
25:13will the necklace stop glowing? Will you hold me then? I wasn't lying. My stomach hurts so bad like a
25:19knife
25:19twisting inside. Ma, in my next life, please don't make me wear a necklace. I'm begging you. I just
25:26want to be a normal kid. I want to eat the braid pork you make. Mom stared at the pile
25:31of plastic
25:32junk. The honest green light she trusted so blindly. Just a cheap toy. Because of it, she doted on my
25:38sister for 10 years. Because of that damned red light, she tortured me for 10 years.
25:45Fake. It's all fake. I killed my most honest child and raised a liar.
25:53My death became a city-wide sensation. Aunt Shelly, our neighbor, was a kind soul but a big
25:58mouth. She posted everything she'd seen online. The headline was shocking, girl electrocuted by
26:03pseudoscience honesty necklace. The article detailed my corpse's condition, and the necklace fused into
26:08my flesh. It exploded. Online fury ignited instantly. Mom's personal information was doxxed.
26:15Electrocution demon. Murderer. She doesn't deserve to be a mom. Insults rained down like snow.
26:22Our front door was splashed with red paint, scrawled with the word death. Dad was also taken in for
26:27investigation, failure to prevent abuse, neglect of parental duties. Though he wasn't heavily sentenced
26:32due to lack of direct involvement, he lost his job. His reputation was ruined. His company fired him
26:38immediately to avoid association. The family went bankrupt. Pay compensation and legal fees,
26:44the house and car were sold. Dad couldn't handle the madwoman anymore. He took what little money was
26:50left and left with my sister. Even if my sister was a bad seed, she was still his only remaining
26:55child.
26:56Before leaving, my sister tried to take the green necklace. Dad crushed it under his foot.
27:02What the hell do you need that piece of junk for?
27:04My sister left, crying. Mom was released on bail pending trial. Psychological evaluation showed
27:11severe schizophrenia and PTSD. She was left in that rented room, filled with the memory of my stench.
27:18Completely isolated, her mental state deteriorated. She always felt I was still in the house.
27:24That red necklace, she refused to take it off. In fact, she became dependent on it. Because she found
27:31that wearing it, feeling that faint sting, eased her guilt just a little. It was her own self-inflicted
27:37punishment. I floated in the room, watching her daily descent into madness. She'd cook a whole table
27:42of food, calling out to empty air. Stella, dinner's ready. No celery today. All braised pork, your favorite.
27:50Then she'd pick up a piece of meat, hands shaking. From anxiety, the necklace turned red.
27:55She'd laugh. A nervous laugh.
27:57The heart is racing. Mommy's lying. Mommy doesn't deserve to be. Liars must be punished.
28:07She'd put down her chopsticks, pick up the remote, point it at her own neck. Even though the battery
28:13was nearly dead, she'd found new ones somewhere. The strong current made her convulse. Foam at the
28:18mouth. It'll look at the light across her face.
28:31It hurts. It hurts just like... Was this how much it hurt for Stella? I'm sorry. Mommy
28:37taste it now. She started punishing herself according to my diary entries. I was shocked
28:42for refusing celery, so she forced herself to eat rotten food. Until she vomited blood, she
28:47forced it down. I was locked in my room, so she locked herself in there without light. In
28:53the darkness, she cowed out to my memorial photo. Her forehead bled. Blood stains covered
29:01the floor. Late at night, she'd watch the red light from the necklace cast shadows on the
29:06wall. Like my bloody eyes staring at her. On the back page of my diary, she scribbled frantically
29:11in red pen. I'm sorry. Mommy was wrong. Red light is pain. Red light is love. Please come back.
29:19Just say it hurts one more time. Mommy will save you this time. I promise.
29:24Too bad. I'm already dead. Dead people can't say it hurts. Mom was eventually committed to a
29:30psychiatric hospital. Her self-harm had gotten so bad she nearly electrocuted herself at home.
29:35Community services intervened and sent her in. She was the strangest patient there. She found some
29:41red plastic ring somewhere and wore it around her neck. A homemade necklace. If anyone tried to
29:46take it off, she'd bite like a rabid dog. Don't touch my light! Stella's watching! If you take it off,
29:54she'll get mad! She developed a terrible conditioned reflex. Whenever a nurse asked,
29:59Clara, have you eaten? She'd touch her neck first, then convulse and scream.
30:05Red light! Don't shock me! I'll eat! I'll eat! Even if the porridge was scalding hot,
30:10she'd gulp it down, burning her esophagus, too scared to spit it out. She was imitating me,
30:16right before I died. Reliving my hell, over and over. Years passed. My sister grew up. And she grew up
30:23twisted. With no discipline and that reputation hanging over her, she ended up at the bottom of
30:28society. Broke, she remembered the mom still in the psych ward. She went to visit. Not for family
30:35love. For money. Old crazy lady! Dad's dead! Give me the secret stash you hid! My sister wore heavy
30:42makeup, her face full of malice. She looked at mom's pathetic state and spat in disgust.
30:47Just like your dear Delda's daughter. If you don't give me money, I'll pull your plug and let
30:53you join her. At those words, mom, who'd been in a daze, suddenly looked up. Her clotted eyes focused
30:59on my sister for a moment, sharp and clear. She remembered the always green toy necklace. The green
31:05that had fooled her for ten years. You tricked me! Your green light was fake! You killed Stella!
31:14Give her back! Give her back! Give her back! Die! You die! You're the one who should
31:22die! Help! Doctors rushed in, sedated mom, and pulled her off. My sister fled in panic. She
31:38ran blindly out of the hospital gate. Crazy! All of you are crazy! A speeding truck couldn't
31:43stop in time. My sister flew through the air. She survived. But her legs were crushed. She'd spend
31:50the rest of her life in a wheelchair. Completely broken. And mom, strapped to a restraint bed,
31:57stared at the ceiling with tears in her eyes. In her dreams, she finally saw me. I was still
32:02ten years old. No necklace. Wearing a white dress. Smiling, I ran to her. She opened her arms
32:10joyfully. Then she saw her own hands, crackling with electricity. The moment she touched me. My body
32:17burned up like paper. Turned to ashes. She woke screaming. No! Heart rate spiking.
32:32If she still wore that necklace, it would have been blazing red. The eternal pain. I stood in the
32:38void, watching it all. Watching mom suffer in the psych ward. Watching my sister begging with broken
32:43legs. Watching dad, broken, drunk, dying young. In my heart, there was no satisfaction in revenge.
32:49Just stillness. Still as death. Beside me stood an old dog. Shao Bai. The dog I raised as a child,
32:56until mom threw him out. He'd been waiting for me in the spirit world. Shao Bai rubbed against my leg
33:01and barked softly. Like he was saying. Come on. Stop watching. Yeah. Time to go. This life was too
33:07bitter. Nothing worth holding onto. I floated to the window of mom's room. One last goodbye. Mom lay in
33:13bed. Withered. Hair completely white. She seemed to sense something. Stella? Is that you? Mom smashed the
33:21necklace. Mom doesn't believe in it anymore. Please come back. Mom will cook for you. No celery. Mom
33:29will buy you new dresses. Not for your sister. Tears slipped down her cheeks, falling on the pillow.
33:35Sighed softly. I reached out. My cold finger touched her forehead. The last mercy I could give her.
33:41Let her sleep. Sleep. And it won't hurt anymore. She calmed instantly. Her eyelids grew heavy. She fell
33:48into a deep sleep. A breeze blew through. The worn diary on her bedside table flipped open. The police
33:54had returned it to her as a personal effect. On the last page, below my dying words, were a few
34:00shaky new lines, written by mom in her lucid moments. In the next life, let mommy wear the necklace.
34:09Let mommy be the liar. You punish me. Just don't leave me. Mommy will do anything. I looked at those
34:19words. Felt nothing. Too late. All the regret in the world, in the face of death, is pale and
34:25meaningless. Mom, I don't hate you anymore. But I don't love you either. Mom, let's don't meet again
34:33the next life. I turned away. Took Shao Bai's leash. In the distance, a door of light appeared.
34:39The entrance to the next cycle. I raised my hand to my neck. The necklace that had always been there
34:44in spirit form. The nightmare that had bound me my whole life. I grabbed it. Pulled. Snap. It shattered.
34:50Dissolved into specks of light. Vanished into the air. I felt lighter than I'd ever felt. No red light.
34:56No electricity. No lies. Just freedom. I walked toward the door of light. Didn't look back.
35:02Morning sunlight streamed in. A nurse opened the door for rounds. Clara. Time for your meds.
35:09No answer. The figure on the bed didn't move. The nurse stepped closer. Clara clutched the tattered
35:14diary tightly in her hand. At the corner of her eye, one last crystalline tear. On the heart monitor
35:20beside her, the line that represented life, had gone perfectly flat.
35:24What the fuck was the power of light?pot.
35:25The nurse opened the door for colleagues in Edward Shear out of the tree. Of the bones,
35:25What he was torn behind the door to build him to the deep and roof diğer looks and fight .
35:25And that's what he's an instrument in the life cadre of a woman that could definitely be
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