My Sister Faked Diabetes For Attention. When She Was Exposed, She Destroyed My Life-saving Insulin While I Begged For Help. Am I Wrong For Wanting Her To Rot In Prison?

The Black Friday Ultimatum

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Jade said, her finger hovering over the disposal switch. “You’re going to tell Mom and Dad that you’ve been coaching me to fake this whole time. That you taught me how because you wanted someone to share the attention with. You’ll admit you helped me fake all those episodes, or I destroy the rest of this insulin and you get to experience what a real diabetic emergency feels like.”

My blood sugar was already rising. I could feel the early symptoms starting: the thirst, the need to pee, the slight nausea that would soon become violent vomiting. Without insulin, I could slip into a coma before my parents even got home. I’d die in this kitchen while Jade watched.

She smiled as she saw me doing the math in my head, calculating how long I had. “Choose quickly,” she said, tilting the vials toward the drain. “Your blood sugar’s already climbing. How high can it go before your organs start shutting down?”

I stared at the vials in her hand, my mind racing through options. The disposal hummed beneath them, ready to destroy my only chance at survival. My throat was already getting dry, that telltale sign that my blood sugar was climbing past 200.

“Jade, please,” I started, but she shook her head.

“Wrong answer.” She dropped one vial into the disposal and flipped the switch. The grinding noise made me lunge forward, but she held up the remaining insulin like a weapon. “That’s one down. You’ve got maybe 4 hours now instead of six. Want to try again?”

My hands were starting to shake, not from low blood sugar this time, but from the adrenaline and rising glucose. I backed away slowly, trying to think. The landline was in the living room. My cell phone was charging upstairs. Even if I could reach either one, who would I call? My parents weren’t answering. The pharmacy was closed. An ambulance would take at least 30 minutes to arrive, and Jade would destroy everything before they got here.

“I can see you calculating,” Jade said, moving to block the kitchen doorway. “There’s no way out of this. Just tell them what I want you to say, and I’ll give you back your insulin. Simple trade.”