Drowning

Summary

I was four when my sister and I both drowned. I was the only one who came back. And for that, my mother has hated me ever since.

In the dead of night, she would loom over my bed with a handful of candy-colored pills, trying to force my mouth open. Each time, my father would stop her just in time.

So I grew my hair long. I wore faded floral dresses. I tried to become a perfect echo of my sister, just so my mother would grant me a single glance.

It worked, until three years later, when Mom got pregnant again. She said it was Lily, my dead sister, coming back to us.