If I Die, Will You Finally Love Me?
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My family's company went bankrupt, and my father was critically ill.
I dropped out of school and worked multiple jobs every day.
Debt collectors beat me and broke my ribs, but I couldn't afford painkillers.
Every penny I earned went to expensive medicine, all to save my father.
Until I saw my father, who should have been bedridden on oxygen, holding a champagne glass at a hotel banquet hall.
His words pierced through, "Five years, the punishment she earned."
The bankruptcy was fiction. The illness, theater.
All orchestrated because his stepdaughter suffered from depression, and I was her entertainment.
When the doctor finally spoke to me, "Days. You have only days."
I laughed.
The dying one had never been my father.
It had always been me.
I dropped out of school and worked multiple jobs every day.
Debt collectors beat me and broke my ribs, but I couldn't afford painkillers.
Every penny I earned went to expensive medicine, all to save my father.
Until I saw my father, who should have been bedridden on oxygen, holding a champagne glass at a hotel banquet hall.
His words pierced through, "Five years, the punishment she earned."
The bankruptcy was fiction. The illness, theater.
All orchestrated because his stepdaughter suffered from depression, and I was her entertainment.
When the doctor finally spoke to me, "Days. You have only days."
I laughed.
The dying one had never been my father.
It had always been me.
















































