Chapter 68

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4 Killer Doll

Jiao S’ POV

My name is Li Jiao. I am eighteen years old, but I still have no idea how to brush my own hair. Why? Because she takes care of everything for me.

Who is she?

My sister, Li Qing. She’s as beautiful as her name.

And her heart?

Her heart’s even more beautiful.

Still, there’s always poison in beautiful things; the more beautiful they are, the more poisonous they get.

She’s five years older than me and had always been regarded as a gifted child. At the age of three she understood the basic mathematical concepts of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, then attended primary school when she was five. She skipped three grades after that, and graduated when she was just seven.

My sister was extremely gifted and my parents couldn’t be more proud.

Being my parents’ pride and joy, her condition for repayment was that she get whatever she wanted, and my parents did not hesitate in doing so. Anything could become a toy in her hands. Including me.

I didn’t know before that my existence on this earth was such a huge threat to my sister. In the eyes of our parents and relatives, she was a unique and talented girl. As such, the preferential treatment that once belonged to her, and her alone, was threatened when I came along.

Being the intelligent girl that she was, despite her young age, she knew very clearly that the presence of a younger sister was a mistake, one that should have never existed.

Even to this day, years down the road, I suppose I can understand how she must have felt when I think back on it. How terrified she must have been.

When relatives congratulated my family they claimed that having a daughter was a blessing, but it was supremely fortunate to have two of them. The family was abuzz with anticipation as to whether their second daughter would be as clever as the first, or perhaps even exceed her talented older sister.

How flustered and helpless must she have felt? After all, she was only five. My sheer existence was like to someone took away her favorite candy. And when I turned five myself, it seemed to her like the candy had finally been eaten by another.

I was never the genius others had expected me to be, and our family never had another talented girl. I was your average child with a slightly weaker constitution, occasionally showing a little more wit than my peers, but those events were short-lived and spontaneous.

Unexpectedly, my parents doted on me as much as they did my sister. For the sake of filial piety, I shouldn’t criticise my parents. In reality, though, if we’re being honest, my parents treated me better than her.

Isn’t there a saying like that? When parents have more than one child, they tend to coddle the youngest most of all? Or, in relative terms, the weakest. That child might not be smart, or sensible, or even obedient, but it was exactly this weakness of theirs that gained the favor of their parents.

That seemed to be the case with me.

My parents cared for me in every way possible, even to the extent of neglecting my gifted sister at times. My parents were gentle and mild-mannered people, so it wasn’t an abusive neglect; on the contrary, they still pampered my sister and treated her well. Even so, she was adamant in her belief that they would have treated her better if I had never existed. If it wasn’t for me, they would have praised her intelligence more, and she would have gotten whatever she wanted with less effort.

It’s plain that even if the family background is decent, if your children’s desires multiply with each new sibling it’ll obviously be far more difficult to get what you wanted.

For someone as smart as my sister, how could she not have figured this out? It was precisely because she was smart that she hadn’t thrown a tantrum over her stolen candy like the other kids would have. Even though that was the epitome of normal child behavior.

My sister wasn’t a kid though, she never was. She possessed intelligence beyond her age, and hence chose to use her own method of dealing with the disaster which had descended from skies—me.

From the moment I turned three, she started buying dolls for me. By the time I was five, I already owned a great number of them and began to foster fond memories.

When I was ten, she was fifteen. As with many child geniuses, the period when their intelligence drastically surpassed their peers was when they were young. At fifteen, my sister was no longer as many steps ahead as when she was five.

Skipping grades when she was younger led to a weaker foundation in the subjects she went on to study; and as a result, while she was outstanding in high school, she was far from gifted.

Still, her love for me was unwavering, and she continued buying those dolls for me. Being that young, I felt nothing other than pure delight at receiving them, to be treated with each new doll.

More frequently than not, she loved grooming me into a doll. As a kid, she could dress me up cutely, like a pretty little puppet, and no one would pay any mind. My parents were overjoyed that my sister loved me so much and treated me with so much kindness.

I had thought so too.

Many memories from my childhood had already faded, but my sister’s soft yet bewitching voice was deeply engraved in my mind.

“Jiao’er has to be doll. She has to be.

As for my sister, after more than a decade mounting a counter, she emerged triumphant as my parents’ favourite daughter. No one could take away a shred of glory or love from her.

She’s the only one.

Only that day, when she finally revealed her devil-like mindset to me, did I finally realize… She didn’t want to provide for me—instead, all she wanted was to take everything away.

Just like she said, it was only a matter of time before dolls get abandoned. Who told you to become a doll?

As a doll, the moment she took away everything and chose to abandon me was the first time I felt the behavioral reflex of a human.

Revenge.

The knife in my hands plunged into her body so many times, until finally, it became the piece of evidence that sent me into a mental institute.

Li Jiao, delusional patient with deep paranoia, always thought of herself as an immaculate SD doll, to be forever loved by her owner.

Mental illness brought me a new place. Not a prison, no, but as for what it truly was… I have no idea.