Chapter 666 I Wont Let You Die (2/2)

Every time she fell asleep, the person living in her body would wake up. And this other woman tried every means possible to hurt her dear brother, Sean.

She knew this to be true from the new scars that appeared daily on him. The evidence was clear, the body snatcher was hell-bent o

romise. Just hang on, please...” he implored with eyes welling up with tears.

The depression of Cloris would only make the soul of Emily stronger and stronger. In the end, the soul of Cloris would be pushed from this body and finally disappear for ever. This was the last thing in the world that Sean wanted to see.

”I don't know how long I can hang on. The only thing I know is that I'm really hurting now. It's like I'm not the owner of my body. I can't control it,” she started to weep.

Emily was on the verge of breaking down. She could not accept the fact that she was responsible for hurting other people, let alone that she had hurt her dear brother.

”Don't be silly!” Sean scolded. Sean seldom became angry. But this time, he was more furious than when he had seen Emily walk out of Jacob's room. ”You are who you are! No one can take away your body or your soul from you!”

He grabbed her hands forcefully and stared straight at her. But she was already lost in a deep melancholy. She lived in agony everyday, and was just waiting for an opportunity to leave this world, leave the pain forever. So every time she was out of his sight, she would try to commit suicide.

But every time Sean had fortunately noticed her intention before she could do anything, so she hadn't succeeded, yet.

However, the last time he had almost been too late. Emily had slit her wrists, and her blood had filled the bathtub with a dazzlingly red tide.

When it had happened, she had felt an intense and unprecedented tranquility. She had closed her eyes, enjoying the serenity as she floated in the bathtub while her blood mixed with the warm water. Falling asleep she had sunk to the bottom of the bath, not knowing whether her pleasant exhaustion was from fatigue or blood loss.

When Sean kicked open the door, he saw her blood everywhere. It was in the bathtub and on the floor, some had even sprayed against the wall. His eyes had glazed red as he filled with rage at this scene, just like a beast losing its mind.

”No! I won't let you die! Never!” he had exclaimed hysterically.