99 Deaths to Freedom

Chapter 1

1,416 words

My brother was born evil. He's been trying to kill me since we were kids.

When he was five, he threw a lit lighter at me. Half my face was disfigured, my sweat glands permanently destroyed. The burning, itching pain never stops.

When I told the truth through my tears, Mom held me and cried too.

"I know you're hurting, sweetheart, but your brother's just a baby. He couldn't possibly do something like that."

When he was ten, he deliberately sent me into a thicket hiding a hornets' nest to fetch a ball.

I was attacked by countless hornets. I tumbled down the hill and broke my leg. My kidneys were permanently damaged—I'll need a catheter bag for the rest of my life.

Once again, nobody believed me.

"How can you blame your brother when we didn't watch where you were going?"

"Emma, could you please be more careful? Stop causing trouble for this family."

On my eighteenth birthday, he deliberately shoved an entire slice of peanut butter cake into my mouth.

My throat swelled shut instantly. I collapsed, consciousness fading.

After watching me nearly die, my brother ran out.

"Dad! Mom! Emma ate cake and had an allergic reaction! Come quick!"

Mom was screaming. Dad was cursing.

"This damn girl is always causing problems. Why doesn't she just die already!"

I smiled.

[Congratulations on achieving the hidden ending condition: Death #99.]

[In 24 hours, the portal to the real world will open.]