The female reporter in front got excited, and
took back her microphone and laughed.
“Oops, almost forgot you can’t talk, why don’t
you show everyone!”
She pulled off the blanket, revealing my
twisted limbs.
“Now that you’ve lost your hands and feet,
you can’t steal your sister’s songs, right?”
“Not necessarily. Maybe she can be a
disabled thief! Someone could type with their
tongue!”
The male reporter mocked me with disdain.
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Everyone took photos, and they despised and
ridiculed me.
I was humiliated but couldn’t speak, and my
swollen eyes filled with tears.
“Chloe Lancaster, why are you playing the
pity card at this point? Don’t you plan on
apologizing to your sister?”
The female reporter shoved the camera into
my face and started livestreaming.
“Famous singer Chloe Lancaster was crippled
by a fan for stealing songs from her sister
Anya…”
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“Famous singer Chloe Lancaster was crippled
by a fan for stealing songs from her sister
Anya…”
Tears blurred my vision, and I wanted to hide, but I couldn’t move.
Flashes kept going off, capturing my shameful self.
“This is a private hospital, who let you in?!”
My brother charged in, yelling.
My mom re–covered me, and my dad yelled
“Get out or I’ll sue you! Leave!”
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“Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster, as elders in the
entertainment industry, are you protecting
theft?”
“So the real daughter is more important than
the adopted daughter, right?”
The reporters were aggressive, and a delicate
voice sounded.
“My parents are both outstanding singers. I
wouldn’t be where I am today without them.”
“They were never biased, it was my sister
who was always jealous of them being nice to
me.”
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Anya walked in, dressed in white, looking pure and elegant.
Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying for a long time.
“Sis, stop being wrong, aren’t my parents already enough because of you?”
“I’ll give you the Grammy if you want it! I’ll
give you my parents and brother!”
“Please stop doing these stupid things! I can’t
see you like this…”
She was in tears, and kneeled next to me.
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I got emotional, and wrote: [You’re lying! I
wrote that song, I have proof!]
Everyone was shocked, and the reporters
took photos, but didn’t believe me.
My brother pulled her up, frowning.
“It’s not your fault, Anya. Stop.”
He turned to me.
“Chloe, stop lying. I don’t want you to get any
worse.”
He said a few things to Anya.
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Anya looked pale, and shook her head.
“No, I can’t. It will ruin my sister’s
reputation…”
“Chloe won’t give up if you don’t show the proof!”
My brother got anxious, and his voice got louder.
Everyone heard it, Anya must have proof that would hurt my reputation.
My parents sighed, and told Anya to show the proof.
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Anya took out a few pieces of paper, which
had my original drafts!
There were even parts I deleted!
Anya cried and talked about how she came
up with the song.
She knew everything I thought, and even
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talked about my creative process.
I was in shock, but could only gasp.
How did she know that?
But they didn’t give me a chance, and the reporters told me to show my proof.
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I frantically looked through my phone, but all
the drafts were gone!
In despair, my parents waved the reporters
away.
My mom hugged me and cried. “You guys were the security we hired at the door?! How could you let them in?!”
“Sweetie, sorry. We weren’t careful enough to keep them out, I’ll have your brother shut
them down! It doesn’t matter who wrote this
song, you’re both my girls!”
I felt desperate and bitter.
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Not important? Then why did you destroy
me?
Leave me tortured and defamed.
I felt sick and coughed out blood.
“Chloe!”
“Sis!”
Before I went completely dark, I heard my
parents call for a doctor.
“Even with vocal cords, she can barely speak, let alone sing. Her arms and legs have been twisted for too long, she might have
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My parents yelled angrily, “We don’t care how much it costs, you have to heal her!”
My brother yelled, “Heal her to the previous standard!”
He held me tightly.
The previous standard, putting in dog vocal cords, and making sure I can never play the piano again.
I wanted to laugh, but passed out.
When I woke up again, it was the day of the
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Grammy’s.
My limbs were covered with bandages, and
there was gauze on my throat.
Mom held my hand, teary eyed.
“Sweetie you’re awake? The doctor said you’ll
get better soon, don’t be scared.”
Her phone had a livestream of the awards.
Anya was dressed, and held my parents and
brother’s hand, smiling.
Mom closed her phone when she saw my
expression.
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“You’re hungry right? The doctor said you can
only eat liquid, do you want porridge?”
I nodded.
Once she left, I turned on the livestream.
My parents and brother were protecting Anya.
When they asked about the plagiarism, they
glossed over it, and made a statement saying
that I had left the music industry.
Anya sang “The Moon in the Sea“, acting as if she was the mermaid singing under the sea.
My heart was stabbed when the judges gave
