Part 1The Girl Who Saved the Top Scholar

Three days after my college application was tampered with, I began to have suicidal thoughts.

I wanted to die peacefully, but the pharmacy downstairs refused to sell me sleeping pills.

I sighed and walked into the bathroom, ready to slit my wrists.

Just as I made a small cut.

My phone rang.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw my mom's name.

I thought to myself, If Mom cares about me, I won't die.

I answered the phone, only to hear my mom's accusing voice:

"Penny, it's just a changed application, was it necessary to yell at your sister? She's in the hospital now, come over and apologize to her immediately."

I hung up. My beating heart completely turned into a pool of dead water. I gripped the small knife tighter...

The doorbell rang.

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I wanted to ignore it, but the person ringing the doorbell was persistent.

So annoying.

I grabbed some tissues to cover my bleeding wrist.

The tissues were instantly soaked with blood.

I opened the door and said impatiently, "Advertising or meter reading? No adults are home, come back later!"

Seeing the person opposite didn't speak, I looked up. He seemed a bit familiar.

"Oh... I remember now, you're the one who bought the last bottle of sleeping pills! What, are you here to share some with me?"

"Do you f*cking know you're bleeding?!" The man yelled at me, leaving me stunned.

He picked me up and ran outside.

"Hey, the door isn't closed..."

If my parents came back and saw this, they'd lock me in the dark room again.

Blood soaked the tissues and stained his white T-shirt red. My thoughts were getting blurrier...

"Don't sleep! We're almost at the hospital!"

My head cleared a bit, and I smelled a faint mint scent on him. I suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

The voice above asked, slightly out of breath, "Why are you laughing? Did I hit your funny bone?"

"No... it's just been a long time since anyone cared about me like this."

Laughing turned into crying. Tears fell like broken strings, huge drops rolling down.

I felt sorrow for myself, sorrow for desperately trying to please my family, sorrow for being targeted and not daring to get angry, sorrow for my lost college opportunity, sorrow for my life.

My eyes slowly closed. I heard someone desperately calling me.

"Hey, little girl, wake up! There's no hurdle in life you can't cross. I'll help you..."

But I was so tired. If there is a next life, I won't come to this family.