I never imagined my own sister could hurt me like that. It started as a stupid argument over rent \u2014 who would pay for the electricity bill that month. I was tired, stressed, and my patience was thin. Emily, my older sister by three years, slammed her hands on the counter, yelling about responsibility, and I snapped back. The next thing I knew, her shove sent me crashing against the kitchen counter. Pain exploded in my chest \u2014 sharp, burning, and immediate. I could barely breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEmily\u2026 stop!\u201d I gasped, clutching my side, trying to catch air. But she didn\u2019t stop. Her face twisted with anger, eyes wild, fists clenched as if ready to strike again. I felt something inside me break, far worse than my ribs, the feeling of betrayal cutting deeper than the physical pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tried reaching for my\u00a0\u00a0phone\u00a0to call 911, but before I could dial, my mother snatched it from my hands. \u201cIt\u2019s just a rib,\u201d she said, her voice chilling in its calmness. \u201cDon\u2019t ruin your sister\u2019s future over this.\u201d My father didn\u2019t even look at me. \u201cDrama queen,\u201d he muttered before walking away.
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