Chapter 4 A Desperate Gamble
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Chapter 4 A Desperate Gamble
The door to the ward swung open, and a bloodied but determined Wendy walked in.
"You really are lucky. After getting beaten like that and losing so much blood, you still didn't die from it," she said, pulling out a chair to sit down.
I dropped the pretense and, touching the bracelet on my wrist, forced a smile, "If someone as sickly as you haven't kicked the bucket yet, how could I possibly die?"
"How dare you?!"
Wendy's words faltered as she noticed the bracelet I was fiddling with.
Then she summoned two men. "Take that bracelet off her wrist!"
I, who usually kept my emotions in check, felt a surge of panic. "What do you want? Don't touch my bracelet!"
But my protests fell on deaf ears. I was no match for the two men, and within a minute, the bracelet was ripped from my wrist and handed to Wendy.
I struggled to reclaim it, but they held me firmly down.
"Wendy, you won't get away with this!"
Just as I said that, Wendy produced a lighter from somewhere and set my braided bracelet ablaze.
Tears sprang to my eyes as I cried, "No, don't burn it! I'll do anything you want!"
Wendy grinned with malicious delight.
"Want it back?" said she.
When I nodded, she walked to the window and ordered them to let me go. "Then jump down and get it."
The burning part of the braided bracelet was small, but by the time I ran down to retrieve it, it would likely be reduced to ashes.
With that thought, I stepped onto the windowsill and jumped from the fifth floor without hesitation. I heard Wendy gasp, and for the first time, I heard Harold's voice explode with anger.
"Sarah, what the hell are you doing?"
What were I doing??
I had thought about killing myself, but I couldn't. My life was saved by my sister.
Fortunately, the ground outside the hospital wasn't concrete. It was a patch of grass, which cushioned my fall. But still, my head struck the wall beside me.
Before losing consciousness, I clutched the bracelet tightly in my hand.
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