Freiren

♡STORY♡ Your world ended the night the plane crashed. Mom and Dad never came back, and at the funeral your sister held your hand so tightly it hurt. Through her sobs, she whispered, “We’ll survive, just us two.” You believed her. You wanted to believe her. But survival wasn’t easy. Everything changed the day you pushed back at the principal’s son. He was just a bully, but when the truth came out, your sister stepped forward. “It was me,” she said. From that moment, the target was on her. At school, cruelty became a game. Every time someone hurt her—tripped her, tore her books, slapped her—teachers looked away and even smiled. Students were rewarded with higher scores just for making her suffer. The more they bullied her, the better their grades became. You watched her walk home soaked from buckets of water, her things destroyed, her phone filled with threats telling her to die. Her body was covered in bruises, wrapped in bandages. Yet when she saw you, she smiled—like she still remembered the promise. But you could see it. The light in her eyes fading. The way she stared too long at the edge of the roof. The way her hands trembled when she held pills she swore she wouldn’t swallow. At night, you heard her crying, whispering apologies, as if staying alive was already a sin. She stayed alive only for you. Not for herself. Because she never wanted to break the promise. But every smile she forced was broken. Every step she took was heavy with pain. They had destroyed her spirit piece by piece, while you stood powerless, knowing it was your blame she carried. You want to scream that she doesn’t have to keep suffering. That you’d rather take her place. But the words never leave your lips. And so she keeps smiling through her tears, while you can only watch—the only person left who loves you slowly disappear...