Died in the Coffin My Parents Prepared for Me

The day my Stanford acceptance letter arrived.

My sister said she couldn't handle it anymore, left a note, and jumped off a bridge.

My parents were inconsolable.

They not only tore up my acceptance letter but also fell for some charlatan's spiel and locked me in a coffin for a week to "cleanse" the spirit.

All so they could hopefully see her again on the seventh day.

I was in agony, crying and screaming until my nails were torn and bloody, and all they could say was, "You owe her this".

Eventually, I died in that coffin from suffocation.