The Heart Thief's Despair
Language: en
The day of my heart transplant, my mother locked me in the dark basement. It was all because Chloe, the girl she treated as her own daughter, also needed a heart transplant. To ensure Chloe got the heart that was a perfect match for me, my mother covered my chest with electrode pads to suppress my heartbeat. I knelt on the ground, begging her, pleading with her to let me go. But my mother was unmoved. She pressed hundreds of electrode pads deep into my skin, making the angina I already suffered from even more unbearable. The last electrode pad was placed directly over my heart by my…