I did not say a word until I was in my room. At least, I assumed that it was the safest place. It was Song's turn to ride in the passenger seat, so I was stuck in the back with our brothers. I blocked out both my surroundings and family and had my eyes on my phone. I was trying to find that picture. It had mysteriously vanished!

Each minute that passed, I grew angrier and angrier. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs so the world knew how I felt. My blood was boiling. My veins were poking through my skin. I was breathing hard. I just could not understand how the photo vanished. I did not delete it. I would have known. Even if I did, it would be with the other deleted pictures. But it was not there. It was as if it never existed. It was nowhere on my phone.

But it was real. I saw it. Song and my brothers saw it. I should have saved it to the Cloud. Stupid me. Now Dad and Mom would never believe me. I would never know which of my siblings snapped said picture. That culprit was getting away with it. I could not let it go - but what could I do?

As soon as Dad parked the car in the garage, I leapt out with my bag and hurried to our house. I had to wait for Dad to unlock the back door. My siblings did not know that I was not fine. I seemed okay on the outside...but I was panicking on the inside. And they were busy living their lives. My heart was beating so hard that I thought that it would escape my body and run away. I would do the same - if I was not me.

I am nothing but a mistake. A huge stain on humanity. Mom and Dad should have given me up for adoption - as if I would be adopted. I dream of making an impact. I want to be remembered as a kind and brave soul. But that will remain a dream because I am not courageous. Not like my siblings. I am the kindest one in the house. I am filled with so much kindness that it is contagious. But I will always hide from danger.

Just not from the invasion.

Dad was the only person who knew that I was not fine. It could be because I was covered in sweat. My clothes were sticking to my skin. It could be because I was not standing still. It could be because of the expression on my face. I show my anxiety. I have no clue how Mom is oblivious to it.

Would they believe me if I mentioned my depression?

Dad appeared from the garage and closed the door and locked it. He went to said back door and unlocked it. "I locked the car and garage. Nobody will get in tonight. I will hear them if they do." He held the door open. "It is almost dinner time, so get ready."

I was the last child to enter. I was about to make a mad dash to my room when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Susu?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"Why are you sweating?"

I spun around. "I-I was in gym. Yeah. I had gym before school ended. I will take a shower if you want."

He placed his keys on the kitchen counter. "You do not take gym."

"I started today."

"Come now, Susu. Is something bothering you?"

"Why would you think that something is bothering me, Dad?"

"You stuttered when you stated that you were in gym - supposedly. You are sweating more than a runner. So I know that there is more going on."

I pointed to the long hall. "Dad, I should really—"

Mom was in the kitchen and pulled a large chicken out of the oven. She put it on said counter. "Sure hope that you are hungry. 'Cause dinner is served!"

Dad lowered his voice to a whisper. "We will finish this after supper." He hugged me. "I love you."

I hugged him back. "I love you too."

After dinner, I dashed to my room and closed the door. I grabbed my phone and stood by my bed. I clicked the Camera app and began taking photos of my empty bed. I was trying to reenact the culprit. Maybe then, I would have an idea who did it. After what felt like an eternity, I had my suspect. It was Song. My brothers were much too short to take the photo, even if they were on a stool or something.

I ran out and to my sister's room. I banged on the door with my phone in my other hand. "Open up, Song. It is time to face what you have done."

I heard a groan before her door opened. Her cellphone was in her hand and connected to earplugs. She pulled the earplugs out of her ears and leaned on her doorway and said that I was disturbing her peace and quiet.

I pushed past her. "Should have thought of that before you lied to me - and did it."

She spun around and walked to me. "Did I say that you could come in?"

"I will be out of your hair as soon as you confess. Do it. Please."

Song rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Better not be that picture."

"Well, it is. I have been experimenting in my room."

"That is what I have been hearing. I was about to head in there and tell you to stop."

My eyelids lowered. "Of course you would because you are the guilty party."

"How many times do I need to tell you? I did not sneak in your bedroom and snap the picture of you with your phone. I was fast asleep."

"You have any proof?"

She shoved me out. "Check your own room!"