ManyWriters

On our seventh secret wedding anniversary, superstar James gave the script I'd spent three years perfecting to my sister Violet.
He then had me star in a trashy flick where I had to do yoga on a great white shark's back wearing only lacy lingerie.
There wasn't enough sedative for the sharks. In an instant, I was surrounded and mauled by three full-grown great whites.
James went berserk, diving into the tank to save me. His hand got bit in the process.
Drenched in blood, I was rushed to the ER, clinging to life.
As she bandaged James' wound, my mom - the only family I had left - sobbed uncontrollably:
"Did we go too far, destroying Melody's legs just so Violet could win an award? If Melody doesn't make it, I can't go on living either."
James clasped my hand tightly, consoling Mom: "We'll have plenty of chances to make it up to Melody. Violet only has a month to live."
"The only way to guarantee Violet wins the Oscar and fulfills her dying wish was to take out Melody as the frontrunner."
"Don't worry, Mom. Even if Melody loses her legs, I'll devote my life to her. She'll forgive us eventually."Even though I've grown numb, my heart is still filled with a dull, throbbing ache.
I wish I knew how they could make amends to me, but I'll never have that chance.
Because the sick one isn't her—it's me.
Every day they fuss over Violet, I silently count down the days until my death.

The actor threw me into the crocodile pool to save my sister

"Are you a family member of Melody? Please sign here. The patient has already..."


James didn't listen to the doctor at all, rushing into the room without hesitation.


I felt my consciousness slowly fading away, my body becoming lighter, and everything in front of me growing blurry.


I became a floating soul hovering in mid-air.


Watching James's frantic state, my heart was filled with a mixture of emotions.


James knelt numbly beside me, his eyes vacant, arms tightly clutching my lifeless body, mumbling incessantly:


"Melody, wake up, don't scare me like this. You can't leave me..."


His voice was choked with tears, trembling violently.


People around tried to pull him away, but he only held on tighter, as if by not letting go, he could bring me back.


A police officer stepped forward, saying softly, "Mr. Sterling, please calm down. She's already..."


But before he could finish, James angrily interrupted, "No, she's not dead. Don't say such nonsense."


Chapter 5