The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

Chapter 151 - Ch. 151 Sisterhood

(Kaylee's other alter pov)

I don't know how long I've been hiding in this place. I don't know when my body will succumb to my despair. I don't know why I still haven't died even though I have cut off the intake of nutrients that entered my body.

I refused to eat or drink and pulled the IV needle out of my hand. All I did was sleep, waking up only to bang my head against the wall before the doctor finally knocked me out with his magic syringe. Nevertheless, the grim reaper never picks me up, leaving me in this endless dark place.

Why? Why are they still keeping me? Don't they want me anymore?

'Because of you, I lost my daughter. Give my daughter back to me!!'

But I am your daughter too. Is my existence not as important as your other daughter's?

I just did what my mother asked and intended to leave this world, but… why didn't anyone let me die?

Every time I banged my head against the wall, they immediately sent a doctor to treat my bruise.

Who? Who can give me death instantly? I want to die quickly till no one could save me.

That guy… yes, that person can give me an instant death.

The next day, I behaved as best I could in front of everyone. I still refuse to eat, but at least I'm not banging my head against the wall anymore.

I did it to catch them off guard and reduce their guard in front of my room. As expected, when they thought I was sleeping, there was hardly anyone guarding my room.

I decided to go out and look for that guy, but I didn't expect that person to come to see me even before leaving this room.

That person had dark red hair that looked like dried blood on white skin. His eyes were unique with golden yellow eyes and seemed to glow in the dark.

The horrific snake tattoo image is clearly visible from the notch of his neck to below his ear.

Before this, I had never been afraid of this person and hoped that this guy could give me the easy death I wanted. But when I saw his eyes filled with hatred, my guts shrunk, and I felt scared.

"You killed her!" hissed that tattooed man. "How are you still alive when she's dead? Shouldn't you two go together?"

This is my chance. "That's right. I killed her. I hate her, remember? I wished she was gone! You should be mine! Ugh!!" I suddenly couldn't breathe when his big hands grabbed my neck, blocking all the way for oxygen to get in.

Is this it? Finally… will I die? No. There's something holding him back. Why? Why did he feel reluctant to kill me?

Just as I felt I had lost consciousness, my lungs resumed functioning and inhaled as much oxygen as I could as if my body wasn't ready to die yet. I saw some people entered the room and arrested a friend… an ex-friend who was about to kill me.

"I will kill you, Kaylee. Someday I will avenge her death!"

Surprisingly, I felt unafraid of the threat. I thought I deserved to die because I caused my sister's death.

The following day, I woke up again in the same bed and the same characteristic hospital smell. It only means… I'm still not dead.

I'm trying to get up when I felt something under my palm.

I saw a diary… not another diary, but it was my sister's.

I opened it and read it from the first page to the end. This is the first time I have read my sister's diary because she has never let me read it.

For the first time, I understand how she felt every time she saw me. Now I know what her life was like in school days where she had to rely on Wendy and me to survive.

All this time, I thought she was a strong girl and didn't care what other people said about her. She may look weak, but she can be a lioness if she wants to.

As for me… they all said I was a strong girl. I was unrestrained and hard to tame. But the truth is… it was only a façade.

I was too afraid to inherit my father's legacy. I was too scared facing people who loved blood spurted here and there as if human life was utterly worthless.

That's why I rebelled. Just because I was the firstborn child, why should I replace my father?

As for my sister… I know she is far more capable than me. I know in her soft, gentle facade, hidden a sleeping dragon.

They believed I was the though one while I had a fragile heart. On the contrary, they believed my sister was a weakling, while in truth, she was the most frightening person I've ever met.

That's what I thought all along, but after reading my sister's diary… I felt… I was an evil person.

'I feel jealous of my sister, but I couldn't bring myself to hate her. I adored her so much that I didn't even realize she was my role model. I want to be like her, where everyone looks at her with worship and adore. People adored me but not the same way they worshipped my sister. She was my dream, yet it isn't easy to achieve my dream. But at least, I wish someone could grant my wish.

My wish is to be an M University student and be a professional pianist. I wished my name would be known to the world and that person would only look at me.'

I felt my eyes sting, and my vision was blurry as tears pooled in my eyes. Without realizing it, tears dripped down my late sister's diary.

Since then… I decided to make all my sister's dreams come true.

I will live as my sister and do everything she wants to do.