Always overthinking, I’d spiral from a glance into a melodrama and want to kick away the stool under

Always overthinking, I’d spiral from a glance into a melodrama and want to kick away the stool under a ceiling fan. Returning to my wealthy biological family, my adoptive sister Wendy spilled orange juice on my dress. She whimpered fake tears, “Please don’t be mad.” I stared at the sticky stain, my mind racing. Is she mocking my clothes? Calling my legs fat? Hinting I should die? Suffocating, I flung open the window to jump. The maid shrieked, grabbing my ankles. My father, rattled, made Wendy write a three-thousand-word confession. Days later, Wendy livestreamed, dabbing her eyes. “My sister just came back. She might not like me yet.” Watching thousands of hate comments, I spiraled for three hours. Is my posture stiff? Do I not smile? Does my blinking look like bullying? Before she finished, I’d unbuckled my belt and looped it over the chandelier. The butler dropped to his knees, begging me down, while Mother confiscated Wendy’s phone indefinitely. The third time Wendy saw me, she sprinted away. “I’m sorry!” she screamed. “I’ll stay out of your way! Just stop trying to kill yourself every day!” ... "Wren, I got this custom designer dress for you," Wendy said, holding up a sparkling, tight glitter gown that looked like a sausage casing. She offered a picture-perfect, innocent smile. "It's one size too small, but I'm sure you can squeeze into it if you just hold your breath." My mental alarm bells blared like a nuclear siren. Hold my breath? Is she saying I've been eating too much of the family's food? Is she implying I don't deserve to breathe their air?#revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings