The Stream of Vengeance Emilys Confession

In the second year after my father's paralysis, my mother began seeing other men.

Every night, she would bring different men home. The sounds from their room would keep me awake until dawn

A month later, she finally saved enough for my father's wheelchair.

That night, my father struggled to move the wheelchair and tipped over the fifth-floor balcony, dying without a sound.

The next day, my mother jumped from the same spot, headfirst, and died on impact.

After that, I disappeared for a whole year.

Three years later, another family was nearly wiped out in this city.

An elderly couple died instantly. Their daughter suffered a spinal injury that left her permanently paralyzed.

And a three-year-old boy remains missing.

As the perpetrator, I stood among the blood and bodies, smiling sweetly into the live stream camera...

When the cops arrested me, it caused a huge stir across Chicago.

News vans surrounded the police station. Protesters demanded justice with signs reading "AN EYE FOR AN EYE" and "BURN THE WITCH."

The officers who interrogated me could barely contain their rage.

If not for the law, they'd have killed me a thousand times over.

And that's exactly what I wanted.

Twelve hours earlier, I'd started streaming from the family's suburban home.

The stream was called "A Day in the Life of a Nanny."

That morning, when I arrived, the elderly couple warmly welcomed me inside.

Breakfast waited on the tablescrambled eggs and warm milk.

I ate the warm breakfast while the woman chatted with me like we were family.

Said she felt a connection, like I was the daughter she never had.

After breakfast, my whole day was just watering plants and sweeping the floor.

For heavy work, the man would help me out.

The stream chat filled with praise for the family's kindness and generosity...

Some even said being a nanny for them was a dream job.

They weren't wrong. For the two years I'd been away from my hometown, I'd dreamed of this day.

So when I swung the baseball bat and knife, I couldn't stop smiling.

I'd mixed a small amount of paralytic mushrooms into their dinner.

After eating, all three collapsedconscious but immobile.

Standing over them, I pressed the metal bat against their faces.

Under their terrified gazes, I swung the bat hard and smashed down on their heads!

The elderly couple soon lay still in spreading pools of blood.

Only Chloe remained, sobbing and begging through tears.

As the toxins weakened, she managed to choke out, "How much money do you want? I'll give you anything, why... why are you doing this?"

I asked, "Do you know what it's like to be disabled?"

Chloe trembled, unable to answer.

I smiled and said, "You're about to find out."

Moving behind her, aimed for her tailbone. With all my strengthjust as I'd practiced in my mind countlessI swung down!

Her scream cut short as pain overwhelmed her. Blood soaked through her clothes.

To ensure permanent damage,, I hit her a few more times.

When it was done, I sat down relieved, grinning sincerely at the camera.

"Hahahaha..."

And the stream chat exploded with words like "psycho," "monster," and "killer."

I laughed until tears streamed down my face.

Soon after, I was arrested.

In the interrogation room, a veteran detective slammed his fist, "Two dead, one disabled for life!"

"What was your goal? "

I smiled, "Not two dead, one injuredthree dead, one injured."

"Chloe's three-year-old son is at daycare. Care to guess where?"

The cop stood up furious, "You'd even harm a three-year-old? You're a monster!"

I said, "Sorry, my mistake. The kid's still alive."

"But... I've forgot where I put him."

"I want to play a game."

"If you meet my conditions, maybe I'll remember a clue."

Through gritted teeth, he asked, "What conditions?"

I leaned forward, "I want the whole interrogation live-streamed. Let the whole city join this trial!"

To save the missing boy, the police had no choice.

Soon, cameras crowded the observation window.

Every streaming platform and even TV stations broadcast my questioning.

Reporters fired angry questions at me.

"Why kill that kind elderly couple?"

"Emily, are you mentally ill or just born evil?"

"You killed people on live streamare you twisted?"

...

Their words were sharp, but I felt only exhilaration!

After three years of buried truth, everything was finally coming to light.

I'd waited so long for this moment.

When the noise subsided, I began my story.

Three years ago, I received a full scholarship to MIT.

That summer, I worked at a restaurant with my best friend Chloe.

I worked in the kitchen hauling beer kegs and prepping fruit, she waited tables.

Back then, Chloe was my closest friendwe were inseparable...

As I spoke, the chat exploded with hatred.

People called me a monster for hurting Chloe and her parents!

Curses and death wishes flooded the screen.

They weren't wrongI should've died long ago.

The night my parents killed themselves, part of me died too.

"The pain, it's a gift. It's a wake-up call."

The Emily alive now is just a ghost, here to drag the family to hell.

Ignoring the hate, I continued calmly.

One night, my father came to pick me up on his motorcycle as usual.

He found Chloe in the alley behind the restaurantbeing assaulted by seven or eight menher clothes torn everywhere.

By the time my father reached her, she was barely conscious from the attack.

My father shouted for them to stop and rushed in to help.

The drunk men pulled metal bats from a car trunk and beat him down!

When I finished my shift, I found Dad in a pool of blood. The ambulance came too late.

He survived, but was paralyzed from the waist down, requiring lifelong medication.

Mom sold everything and borrowed heavily for hospital bills.

We couldn't afford the monthly medications afterward.

Seeking justice and compensation, I begged Chloe to testify.

But she refused, wanting to keep things quiet.

I couldn't understandthose rich guys had assaulted her and crippled my father.

Why would she let it slide?

I kept pleading until she finally testifiedbut lied under oath.

In court, she claimed she hadn't been assaulted and never saw my father being beaten.

Because of her testimony, those monsters walked free.

My family was fined for "false accusation"we lost our home and lived on the streets.

Without medication, Dad would die!

One rainy day, Mom and I carried Dad to Chloe's doorstep, kneeling in the downpour.

We begged for mercy!

Chloe looked down at us and sneered, "Serves you right for meddling!"

The door slammed shutno matter how much we pleaded, she never opened it again.

Chloe called the police, and officers escorted us away from her property.

Later, we tried going to the media and seeking legal help to sue Chloe for perjury.

For reasons unknown, Chole's family has become extremely wealthy and easily quelled the public outcry.

No one would take our case.

My father needed medication immediatelywe couldn't afford to wait through a lengthy legal battle.

Desperate, I dropped out of school to work.

Mom and I labored relentlesslyfactory shifts by day, dishwashing by nightjust to afford Dad's pills.

We were barely surviving.

The doctor said a wheelchair would improve Dad's quality of life, but we had no extra money.

So my mother started selling her body.

I remember coming home one day to the sound of a man's heavy breathing behind the door.

My mother emerged from the curtain, her eyes filled with shame.

Afterward, the man tossed down cash on the table and left.

With only one room, she'd been doing it behind a thin curtain near my father's bed...

A week later, Mom had saved enough for a wheelchair and she even bought beef for dinner.

We ate togetherit felt like the first happy moment since Dad's injury.

That night, my father secretly got up, wheeled himself to the balcony, and fell from the fifth floor.

The next morning, we only found his broken body.

After my father 's funeral, my mother disappeared for three months.

When I saw her again, she'd jumped from the same balconyheadfirst, gone instantly.

She left me a letter and a stack of cash.

In it, she begged me to let go of the past, return to school, and start a new life.

I'd always obeyed my mother, but this time, I had to disappoint her.

My father paralyzed, my mother forced into prostitution, both dead by suicideall because of Chloe.

But she lived in a mansion, attended universityhow could I possibly forget this hatred?

I couldn't!

Chloe, you used your wealth and power to destory my family.

But you shouldn't have messed with someone who has nothing left to lose.

I lacked the courage to start over, but I had plenty to drag you down to hell!

Chloe, enjoy what little time you have leftI'm going to take everything from you!