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I was a brilliant scientist, but in my family, I was always the shadow to my perfect, manipulative sister, Jetta. On the day I was set to receive the prestigious Harrison Award, my family was only focused on her graduation party, dismissing my life's work as a mere hobby. That same day, I was brutally attacked in my own lab. The men who did it used Jetta's keycard and sneered that she sent them to "teach me a lesson" and put me in my place. Bleeding out on the cold floor, I made one last desperate call to my fiancé, Hayden. "Stop being so dramatic," he snapped before hanging up. "This is Jetta's big day. Don't you dare ruin it for attention." My mother came downstairs, saw nothing but a mess, and left a voicemail scolding me for being selfish. My soul ripped free from my body, forced to watch them celebrate. I saw the love in Hayden's eyes-not for me, but for Jetta. To them, my death was just another one of my "attention-seeking stunts." Now, as a ghost trapped in my own home, I watch them find my body and slowly piece together their neglect from my journal. But they've overlooked the one thing that will expose it all: the memory pendant around my neck, which recorded every horrifying second of the truth.
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Chapter 1
I was a brilliant scientist, but in my family, I was always the shadow to my perfect, manipulative sister, Jetta. On the day I was set to receive the prestigious Harrison Award, my family was only focused on her graduation party, dismissing my life's work as a mere hobby.
That same day, I was brutally attacked in my own lab. The men who did it used Jetta's keycard and sneered that she sent them to "teach me a lesson" and put me in my place.
Bleeding out on the cold floor, I made one last desperate call to my fiancé, Hayden.
"Stop being so dramatic," he snapped before hanging up. "This is Jetta's big day. Don't you dare ruin it for attention."
My mother came downstairs, saw nothing but a mess, and left a voicemail scolding me for being selfish.
My soul ripped free from my body, forced to watch them celebrate. I saw the love in Hayden's eyes-not for me, but for Jetta. To them, my death was just another one of my "attention-seeking stunts."
Now, as a ghost trapped in my own home, I watch them find my body and slowly piece together their neglect from my journal. But they've overlooked the one thing that will expose it all: the memory pendant around my neck, which recorded every horrifying second of the truth.
Chapter 1
My soul, a shimmering, formless thing, ripped free from my body. It floated above the cold, unforgiving floor of my cherished laboratory, a silent scream trapped in a throat that no longer existed. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Not today. My Harrison Award sat on the desk, still in its pristine box, unopened.
The heavy oak door to my basement lab creaked open, shattering the unnatural silence. Footsteps, soft but deliberate, echoed on the flagstone. It was my mother, Beverly, her floral perfume-a scent I'd always associated with distant elegance-preceding her.
"Cheslie? Are you down here? Honestly, what kind of researcher holes up in a literal dungeon on Jetta's big day?" Her voice, as sharp and precise as a surgeon's scalpel, cut through the air.
She didn't wait for an answer. She never did. Her eyes, usually so keen, swept over the room without truly seeing. She didn't notice the overturned chair, the scattered research notes, or the dark, growing stain beneath the workbench. She just saw my lab, a place she considered messy and "unbecoming" for a Crane.
"Still playing the recluse, I see," she muttered, her polished heels clicking impatiently. "Honestly, Jetta was so worried you wouldn't show up. You know how sensitive she is."
Jetta. Always Jetta. Even now, when my entire existence had just been violently extinguished, her name was the first on their lips. My spirit felt a phantom ache, a familiar sting that had nothing to do with my broken skull.
Beverly pulled out her phone, her perfectly manicured thumb flying across the screen. She frowned when her call went straight to voicemail. "See? This is what I mean. Always so dramatic." She pressed a button, then held the phone to her ear. "Cheslie, darling, it's Mom. Where are you? The party starts in an hour, and Grandfather Crane is asking for Jetta. Don't you dare miss it. It's her residency graduation, a monumental day for the family. Try to make an effort, just for once. And please, don't embarrass us by showing up in those... work clothes. We need you to look presentable. For Jetta. Call me back immediately if you get this. And don't even think about trying one of your attention-seeking stunts today. We have enough on our plates."
She ended the call with a huff and tossed her phone onto a stack of my research papers, not bothering to check if it landed safely. Then, with a sigh, she began to poke through my things. She picked up a framed photo of me with my research team, scoffed, and set it down face-first. Her gaze landed on my leather-bound journal, lying open on my desk next to the Harrison Award. Without a second thought, she picked it up.
Her eyes skimmed the page, pausing at a stark number scrawled at the top: "99."
"What is this, some kind of code?" she murmured, her brow furrowed in mild annoyance. "Cheslie, honestly, you and your little secrets." She didn't dwell on it. How could she? She had no way of knowing that "99" wasn't a code, but a tally. Ninety-nine times I had felt their neglect. Ninety-nine moments of being dismissed, overlooked, unloved. Each instance meticulously recorded, a silent testament to a lifetime of yearning for their approval. It was my private ledger of emotional starvation.
Beverly flipped through a few more pages, then, with a dismissive shrug, she tossed the journal onto a pile with other discarded papers. It landed with a soft thump, almost lost amidst the clutter. My heart, or what was left of it, constricted. Even in death, my pain was invisible.
Just then, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. It was a voice note from Hayden, my fiancé. His voice, usually so smooth and reassuring, was laced with an unfamiliar irritation.
"Cheslie, where are you? Jetta's graduation party is about to start. Her parents are asking where you are. You know how important this day is for her, for the family. Don't make a scene. Just come, okay? For her. We'll talk later about whatever this is." His tone was dismissive, almost a command. It wasn't a question, but an expectation of obedience.
A familiar pang of disappointment pierced my spectral form. Hayden, the man I had promised to spend my life with, was echoing my family's sentiments. Always Jetta. Always her day.
Beverly, having found nothing of interest, made her way back upstairs, muttering about my "unpredictability." She didn't even bother to close the lab door. The house grew quieter, but not truly silent. I could still hear the distant sounds of laughter and music from upstairs. The party had begun. Jetta's party.
Meanwhile, in the elegant living room, Kyle Crane, my father, was already holding court. He adjusted his perfectly tailored suit, a picture of patriarchical authority.
"Cheslie still not here?" he asked, his voice booming slightly over the soft jazz music. "Typical. Always trying to steal the spotlight." He turned to Camden, my older brother. "Go check on her, Camden. Tell her to stop this nonsense and come up. She needs to understand that today is about Jetta, not her."
Camden, ever the dutiful son, nodded. "She's probably just being dramatic, Dad. You know Cheslie. Always needs attention." He rolled his eyes, a gesture that used to make me flinch. Now, it just felt like a dull throb.
"Exactly," Kyle said, taking a sip of his expensive whiskey. "She'll come around. She always does." He had a way of speaking, a certainty in his pronouncements, that made it nearly impossible to argue. He believed his will was law, and for us, it always had been.
Jetta, radiant in a cream-colored dress, her blonde hair shimmering under the chandelier, approached them. Her eyes, wide and seemingly innocent, darted between Camden and Kyle. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice a delicate whisper, barely audible over the music. "Is Cheslie still upset? Oh, I hope she's not. I told her I didn't mind if she missed my party to accept her award. Really, I did." She wrung her hands, a picture of concern.
My spirit watched, a bitter taste in my non-existent mouth. Jetta, the master manipulator. She knew exactly what to say, how to play the part. She always did. Her words were a soft veneer over something sharp and cold.
Jetta pulled out her phone. Her fingers danced across the screen for a moment, typing furiously. Then, just as quickly, she deleted the message. I saw the words flash across my spiritual vision: "You ruined everything, you witch. Enjoy your solitude." Instead, she typed something else, her lips curving into a practiced frown. "Cheslie, please, I hope you're okay. I understand if you're upset about... things. But please, don't let it ruin your day. My day wouldn't be complete without you." She sent it, then forced a small, sad smile onto her face.
Beverly, who had just returned to the living room, hurried to Jetta's side, embracing her tightly. "Oh, my sweet girl! Don't you worry about Cheslie. She'll be fine. She's just being difficult, as usual. You always have such a big heart, worrying about her when it's your special day." Beverly stroked Jetta's hair, her eyes narrowing as she glanced towards the basement door. "Honestly, Cheslie needs to grow up. Always needing to be the center of attention."
I scoffed, a soundless, bitter laugh. Center of attention? All I had ever wanted was a quiet corner, a moment of their genuine regard. A single fleeting glance that said, "We see you, Cheslie. We value you." But that was a wish that would never be granted. Not in life, and certainly not in death.
I remembered the countless dinners where my scientific breakthroughs were met with polite nods, quickly overshadowed by Jetta's latest surgical anecdote, however minor. My published papers, my grants, my groundbreaking research-they were all "academic pursuits," "less practical" than a surgeon's immediate impact. Kyle would praise Jetta for following in his footsteps, for carrying on the "true Crane legacy." Beverly would beam, seeing Jetta as a reflection of her own social success. Camden would nod in agreement, his loyalty firmly with the golden child.
Never once, not in my entire life, had I sought to eclipse Jetta. I had always admired her charisma, her ability to effortlessly command a room. I had learned early on that the easiest way to survive in this family was to make myself small, to retreat into my work, where my worth was determined by data and discovery, not by the fickle affections of my bloodline. I had even, on several occasions, deliberately downplayed my achievements, just so Jetta could have her moment without feeling threatened. I had never competed for their love. I had merely existed, hoping, foolishly, that existence alone would be enough.
Now, my non-existence was the ultimate attention-seeking stunt. And they still couldn't see me.
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