"No matter who is in trouble, nothing will happen to her. No one is more timid than her. I just hope she doesn't cause any trouble for me. Even if she dies, she'd better stay far away from me."

I thought, “Jocelyn, I cannot stay far away from you.

I'm right next to you.”

"After all these years, can't you still forget what had happened?"

"My mother lost her legs in order to save her, but she didn't even shed a tear or say a word. She is a demon. A cold-blooded monster like her shouldn't be alive. I feel sick every time I see those eyes that look like mine."

Jocelyn suddenly turned around and looked at me.

Had she remembered anything?

Had she recognized my eyes?

However, she looked at the iron stick next to me.

"She is only in her early twenties. If possible, I would rather have that inhuman monster lying here."

Every time Jocelyn mentioned me, she was full of hatred.

This time, I finally made her happy.

It was because the person lying there was me, her sister.

As for my mother, I felt guilty and afraid.

I didn't know how to face my mother. She had both legs amputated to save me.

Every night, I beat my legs in self-blame.

Why wasn't I the one who had the legs amputated?

Before I died, those men came to my home and wanted to see Jocelyn frequently.

They look ferocious and scary.

They were going to wait for Jocelyn on the road.

I was so scared that Jocelyn would meet them.

Therefore, I lied and said I was Jocelyn.

They didn't know what Jocelyn looked like, so they mistook me for her.

They took me into their van.

I was scared.

I thought they would, at most, teach me a lesson, but I didn't expect to be unable to come back.

Jocelyn remembered something and went out with her phone.

She went to call Tristan.

"Tristan, don't run around during these day. Be cautious all the time, OK?

"Be good. I'll buy you Lego when I get home."

The house is full of Tristan's Legos.

I wished Jocelyn could love me once.

However, she hated me. She hated me so much.

She didn't know I had died to save her.

If she knew, she must feel even more disgusted.

She would hate me to death.

Jocelyn locked herself in the room.

She changed her sketch paper one after another.

I saw it. It looked like me.

That was my eye.

Why did Jocelyn only draw an eye on each piece of paper and throw it away?

It was drawn so similarly.

One night, the walls of the 100-square-feet room were covered with portraits.

However, none of them was of me.

When Konner came in, he looked around.

Finally, he looked at a pile of drafts next to the easel.

There was an eye on every one of them.

That was me.

"Why is there only one eye on each of them?"

“I drew them wrong.”

Jocelyn was the best criminal sketch artist in the city.

How could she draw it wrong?

Suddenly, Konner put one of the drafts next to Jocelyn's face.

"What's wrong?"

Konner dragged Jocelyn in front of the mirror.

"Look! Isn't this eye exactly the same as yours?"

Konner became serious. "I remember Theresa's eyes look the same as yours."

Jocelyn tore the draft into pieces.

"Stop joking. I've stayed up for a few nights, and I'm tired."

Konner was not going to let her go. "Where's Theresa? Call her and let her know. Things have been strange these days. I hope nothing will happen to her."

"Don't worry. She goes to school and home every day. What can happen to her? I will draw another one after having a good rest."

Jocelyn went out with her cup to get some water.

A colleague greeted Jocelyn, "Jocelyn, happy birthday."

"Jocelyn, are you done with your work? Let's have dinner together tonight."

Jocelyn forgot her birthday.

Konner went out immediately.

He thought it was me.

Every year, I waited at the door with a cake.

Even though Jocelyn never accepted it, I did that every year.

"Jocelyn, why didn't Theresa come to send you a cake this year? I asked you to call Theresa. Did you call?"

Konner was nervous.

Jocelyn drank water and held up her phone to show Konner.

There was a text message sent by me.

[Jocelyn, happy birthday. I wish you happiness every day.]

Konner finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Jocelyn snorted and deleted the message.

"She's always so clingy and annoying. When will she stop bothering me?"

Jocelyn, I would never bother you again.

That was my last scheduled message.

My hands were covered in blood at the time, and I knew that Jocelyn would have her birthday.

I couldn't celebrate her birthday this year.

So, before I died, I hastily edited the scheduled message.

"You are family. Let bygones be bygones. She is your sister."

"She is not my sister, let alone my family. I'm going to get some sleep first."

When Jocelyn woke up, it was dark.

She walked around outside, looking around from time to time.

What was she looking for?

Konner came over with documents. "Jocelyn, hasn't Theresa come yet? Can you give her a call?"

"It's best if she doesn't come. I have to go to work."

This time, Konner held Jocelyn arm.

He looked so serious that Jocelyn had to call me.

There came the prompt voice. "Sorry! The subscriber you dialed is power off."

Jocelyn looked up at Konner.

"I told you she would only cause me trouble. She has turned off her phone and refused to answer my call. She is just blaming me for not replying to her messages. She'd better never turn on her phone."

Yes, my phone would never turn on again.

"By the way, it's been four days. Has no one claimed the body yet?"

Konner shook his head. "Not yet."

"What on earth is her mother doing? Hasn't the family noticed that their child is missing? Forget it. I'll go and paint the portrait."

Jocelyn went in hurriedly.

Jocelyn, my family is you.

About two hours later, Konner rushed in.

Jocelyn was so scared that the pencil in her hand broke.

"You scared me. What happened?"

Jocelyn's painting finally made a breakthrough.

Jocelyn drew my other eye.

She was awesome.

"Did you get through to Theresa on the phone?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Come out with me. Someone wants to see you."

Jocelyn followed Konner out, and the person outside the door was Sharon Cook, my teacher.

Sharon was kind to me.

She was brought to me by a forensic expert.

She came to see me.

Soon, Jocelyn and Konner arrived.

"Ms. Cook, why are you here? Did Theresa do something wrong at school again?"

Jocelyn was furious. "When will Theresa stop causing trouble for me?"

With that, Jocelyn called me again.

This time, the call went through.

"Theresa, you have three minutes to get over to the police station. Ms. Cook is here. Can you please stop causing trouble for me? You are so..."

Jocelyn was interrupted by someone on the other end of the line.

"Hello, I am Walker Lawson, a policeman. May I ask what your relationship with Theresa is?"

Jocelyn stared at the phone. Then, she went outside after hanging up.

"Walker, what are you doing? How could you have Theresa's phone?"

"Jocelyn? Is Theresa your sister?"

"Yes, what did she do? Was she detained?"

Walker pressed his lips and stood up. "I found this phone at the crime scene. I just turned it on."

Jocelyn clenched her fist and slammed it on the table.

"What on earth does Theresa do all day? She went to the crime scene. Did she find it exciting? Wasn't she afraid of being arrested after destroying the crime scene?"

Jocelyn was so angry that she blushed.

Walker handed the phone to her. "It turns out to be your sister's. I thought it belonged to the victim."

Jocelyn took over my phone, and she must be cursing me secretly.

"By the way, Jocelyn, how old is your sister?"

"Twenty, what's wrong?"

Walker exchanged a glance with his colleague next to him, and they both fell silent.

They must have guessed that the corpse was me.

Jocelyn was still angry. It seemed that she didn't even know it was me.

Konner also came out with documents. "The victim has been identified."

All the policemen in the hall stood up.

Jocelyn asked, "Who claimed it?"

"Ms. Cook."

"Is she from the same school as Theresa?"

Jocelyn had never doubted that the person lying there was me.

Sharon came out soon.

Why were her eyes red?

Did she cry?

"Ms. Cook, is the victim your student? When will her relatives be here?"

Sharon looked at Jocelyn and opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

Konner gritted his teeth and handed the documents in his hand to Jocelyn.

"Jocelyn, sign it."

"What should I sign it? We should wait for the family members."

Then, the hall fell silent.

"The one inside is Theresa."