I even wondered if these were really my parents.
The second time I met Suzy, I was ten.
It was Thanksgiving. Suzy and her family came to my house for dinner, and our parents agreed to go on a trip to Aloria..
On that day, my parents had an emergency to handle, so Suzy’s parents took me along in their car.
On the journey, they started arguing again. The argument became a two–sided silent treatment, and neither spoke to the other.
Suzy and I sat in the backseat, frightened by the tense atmosphere in the car. We did not dare to say anything either.
Suddenly, Suzy reached out to her mother, who was in the front passenger seat. “Mom, don’t be angry.”
Her mother was still furious. She whipped out a hand to push her away just as Suzy retracted hers–the motion was too forceful and ended up slapping Suzy’s father in the
face.
Suzy’s father was furious. He lunged at her and struck her across the face.
Just as he let go of the steering wheel, a large rock slid down the slope.
By the time he noticed, it was too late. Instinctively, he steered the wheel sharply. The rock landed on the passenger side of the car, and the vehicle veered off course, tumbling down
the side of the cliff.
When I woke up from my coma, I was told that the accident happened because I had been crying to go back to my parents. Suzy’s father had been distracted trying to comfort me and failed to escape the rock that sent us off the cliffside.
Suzy’s parents were pronounced dead on the spot, while Suzy and I survived.
I was only ten at the time. I couldn’t tell them the truth.
“That’s impossible! She’s lying!” My father stood up from his seat, screaming as he pointed at me.
My mother’s face was stark white. She stared at me, her lips trembling as she struggled to accept the truth.
Suzy had left her seat at some point, but her bag was still on her seat.
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“Memories cannot be falsified,” the judge said fixing my father with a cold look. He signaled the guards to restrain him.
My father was put back in his seat forcefully. He stared at me with displeasure.
My memories continued playing on the screen
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Suzy became the daughter of my saviors.
She moved into my house. Half of my room was cleared to make space for her.
I did not want to concede at first. That was the first time my father hit me.
Under the weight of his slap, I complied.
At first, it was just my room. Then, slowly, she took over my clothes, my bed, my desk, my books, my stationery.
Anything Suzy wanted, my parents would give it to her.
At the beginning, my mother would tell me, “Be nice, Wendy. We’re repaying your debt for you.!!!
What debt?
At night, when my parents were asleep, Suzy would pull my blankets away and walk on my bed with her shoes still on.
During the day, she would destroy my clothes with a pair of scissors.
She would tear up my homework and throw it out of the window.
Whenever we fought, she would stab me with a pen, smiling wide while she did so.
“You don’t belong in this house, Wendy. You’re the odd one out, you know that? Why didn’t you die? You should’ve died with those two,” she would say.
I did tell my mother about all this, but Suzy would shed tears when we confronted her.
