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By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead

Author: Bing Caratozzolo

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1142 | Released on: Today at 11:39

or my leukemia, believing my struggling fa

overheard my brother and moth

t have

illionaires in the Syndicate,

hal to the supreme Don could be transferre

I will find the best specialists to

know I had alrea

em, I had just swallowed a vial of leth

on the operating table before

ad committed suicide, my famil

d suicide note and the meager ca

own daughter,"

rotting corpse, while my brother slit his own

ing and begging the heavens to let

ost, I watched their absolu

ed, but I knew one

we will be nothi

pte

a moment's pause, a brief use of the restroom. As my slippers padded past a secluded, dimly lit fire stairwell

emia a fabrication. He was telling my weeping mother that the treatments were nothing more than slow-ac

through me, I had locked myself inside a bathroom stall and swallowed the lethal p

my limbs. I held my breath so shallowly that my own heart, kno

the IV line had not y

arted, the only sound was the frigid drip of fluid in the tube, a clin

most, their words from the stairwell

brother Mateo's

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that

my moth

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oken by those traffickers. She can never survive the brutal politics of o

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a stone dropping in

to Elena, I will find the top Syndicate specialists to cure Clara," M

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t make sense to

thal. Supreme Do

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other, Rosa, took in laundry. My brother, Mateo

rboss standing on the other si

ing rush that my family

I was not dyi

cing a life of paralysis

mach suddenly flared, a sharp r

never to touch-a substance he kept locked away, claiming it was a dangerous chemical f

ought my treatments w

them too much to watch

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room, her rubber shoes squeak

at me wit

minute so your family can give you a kiss before w

d not

ture of unshed tears and the b

wheels of my bed and pu

swung w

tantly dropped the

selves into masks of agoniz

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my hand, his fing

earful smile

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that I knew exactly

Chapter End

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“For two years, I endured agonizing chemo for my leukemia, believing my struggling family was sacrificing everything to save me. But right before my surgery, I overheard my brother and mother whispering outside the door. I didn't have cancer. My family, who were actually billionaires in the Syndicate, had been secretly poisoning me. They needed me weak and dying so my betrothal to the supreme Don could be transferred to their newly found biological daughter. "Once the betrothal is transferred, I will find the best specialists to cure Clara," my brother said coldly. But they didn't know I had already made my choice. Thinking my treatments were starving them, I had just swallowed a vial of lethal, untraceable poison in the bathroom. I died in excruciating agony on the operating table before they even made the first cut. When the surgeon announced I had committed suicide, my family's world completely shattered. My brother found my blood-stained suicide note and the meager cash I had saved to buy them gifts. "We murdered our own daughter," my father sobbed. My mother went completely insane, clutching my rotting corpse, while my brother slit his own wrists in a desperate attempt to feel my pain. They kneeled before my grave, weeping and begging the heavens to let them protect me in the next life. Floating above them as a ghost, I watched their absolute despair with a numb heart. I harbored no hatred, but I knew one thing for certain. In the next life, we will be nothing but strangers.”