The Eraser In My Brain Moved And My Sister Disappeared Chapter 06

The Eraser In My Brain Moved And My Sister Disappeared Chapter 06

When we got home, Dad carefully laid me on my 

little bed with the floral sheets. 

His movements were very gentle, as if he were 

afraid of hurting me. 

He pulled the blanket up to my chest, then paused 

and tugged it back down a little so my face was 

showing. 

“This way… you’ll have some air.” 

Dad reached out to brush my bangs aside, but my 

hair was full of ice. 

It had frozen hard. 

No matter how he tried, he could not brush it 

aside. 

“I’m sorry. I should have come looking for you. 

yesterday. This is my fault.” 

Dad’s hands kept shaking. 

It was as if he had aged many years in an instant. 

“Why didn’t I look for you last night? I knew you 

were sick. I knew.” 

He kept hitting himself in the head, then buried his 

face in his hands. 

“Dad, don’t hit yourself. Please don’t.” 

I wanted to stop him, but I could not. 

I did not understand. 

Why had Mom and Dad become like this? 

Was it only because I was dead? 

When the neighbors helped Mom into the house, 

she saw me lying on the bed, and her whole body 

started trembling again. 

She shook off the neighbor’s hand and stumbled 

to my bedside. 

“It’s fake. All of this is fake.” 

She murmured to herself, her eyes unfocused. “My 

Sienna is playing a joke on me. She’s obviously 

hiding. Yes, she’s hiding.” 

She suddenly turned around and began searching 

every corner of the house like a madwoman. 

“Sienna, come out. I won’t scold you anymore. I’ll 

fix your doll. I’ll make your favorite honey barbecue 

ribs. Come out.” 

Dad stepped forward to pull her back, but she 

shoved him away. 

“Don’t touch me. Someone must have hidden her. 

My Sienna is such a good girl. She would never fail 

to come home. Someone must have hurt her.” 

Mom’s eyes were bloodshot as she grabbed Dad’s 

arm with a death grip. 

“Call the police, Dave. Call them right now. Some 

evil bastard must have taken my daughter and 

hurt her.” 

“Gwen, calm down,” Dad tried to soothe her. 

“Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down? 

Isn’t the child lying there your daughter too?” 

Mom screamed, and tears poured down her face 

again. 

“I’m calling the police. Right now.” 

She broke free from Dad and stumbled toward the 

home phone, dialing with shaking hands. 

Dad stood where he was and, in the end, did not 

stop her. 

Sunny quietly walked to my bedside and stood on 

tiptoe to look at me. 

She reached out with her small hand and carefully 

touched the hand I had left outside the blanket, 

then quickly pulled back and ran away. 

A little while later, she came back holding the rag 

doll Mom had torn apart. 

The doll’s body was split open, stuffing spilling. out, and one eye was missing. 

Sunny placed the doll beside my pillow, then tried hard to tuck the loose stuffing back inside and pinch the ripped fabric together. 

But the cloth had already been torn apart. 

No matter how hard she tried, the stuffing kept leaking out. 

Her eyes reddened with panic. Her little hands 

were bright red from the cold, but she stubbornly 

kept trying again and again. 

“When I fix the doll, Sienna won’t be mad 

anymore.” 

“Sunny won’t play hide–and–seek ever again. 

Sienna, please get up.”