All Chapters of The 7th Rebirth: Revenge by Prophecy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

I had been slow on the uptake since I was a kid. If people insulted me to my face, I missed it entirely. If they tricked me with roundabout lies, I usually thanked them.Nancy Morgan was my best friend. She had been there with me all day at my mom's funeral. There was no way I could believe that bizarre warning on my phone. How could I?When the doorbell rang again, I took a deep breath and opened the door.Nancy smiled and threw herself at me, bumping into my chest. As she brushed past, I caught a faint, unfamiliar scent on her.She kicked off her shoes, walked inside, and tossed a bag of snacks onto the coffee table. "I've been dying to see you! Wait, why are you standing by the door?""I have a cold," I muttered, staying at the entrance. "You should head back before you catch it."Nancy hurried over and pressed her cool palm against my forehead. "You do feel a little warm... But hey, I came all this way, and you're kicking me out? I don't mind if you're sick.""I didn't mean

Chapter 2

In the dead of night, a subtle sound jolted me awake.The heavy creak of the couch springs was followed by the faint, nearly imperceptible pad of slippers moving in the living room. My eyelids weighed down like lead bricks. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pry them open.Nancy's hushed voice came. "She took the pills. She's out cold. Yeah, two of them. Don't worry."I wondered who she was talking to."Just make sure you're ready on your end. I'll loosen the gas valve in a minute." She paused. "Remember to come 'save' her.""Save me?" My fingers twitched, trying to claw at the edge of my blanket, but my limbs were unresponsive.The sedative was kicking in with terrifying force, leaving my entire body paralyzed."Hurry up, Lorenzo. Don't drag this out," Nancy hissed into the receiver.I couldn't believe my ears.Lorenzo Myers was my childhood sweetheart, the guy who had stood by my side and helped me manage every painful detail after my mother passed away.I was fully, te

Chapter 3

When I opened my eyes again, the world was a blinding white.The harsh ceiling lights flared against my retinas, and the sharp, chemical sting of disinfectant burned the back of my throat.I tried to cough, but my vocal cords felt like they had been scraped raw with sandpaper. No sound came out.A doctor in a white lab coat stood beside the bed, flipping through my medical chart. Seeing me blink, he let out a sigh of relief."You're one lucky young lady," he said. "The water from that knocked-over glass soaked your blanket, creating a barrier that blocked the worst of the toxic gas. Otherwise, you wouldn't have woken up at all."He glanced at the door, jerking his chin toward the hallway. "Your boyfriend was frantic. He carried you directly into the ER. His clothes were scorched and torn, and he even lost a shoe running in here. You're truly blessed to have a guy like that."I looked through the glass partition of the ICU.Lorenzo stood there, his eyes bloodshot and his lips cra

Chapter 4

Lorenzo returned that afternoon, with Nancy slipping into the room right behind him and quietly clicking the door shut.Pulling a chair up to my bedside, he laid the stack of papers on the nightstand, uncapped a pen, and pressed it toward me."Gloria, just sign," he murmured, his voice deceptively smooth. "We can get the discharge paperwork finalized today."The only sound in the quiet room was the rhythmic tick-tick of my IV drip. I stared at the pen for a while, then reached out to take it, letting the sharp tip hover just an inch above the signature line.Lorenzo leaned in closer while Nancy remained at the door, her eyes fixed on my hand."Gloria?" Lorenzo prompted, his voice tightening. "Come on. Just sign your name."I gripped the pen and looked up to meet his gaze. "Nancy, what kind of medicine did you give me last night?"Nancy's practiced smile faltered. "Cold medicine. From your own nightstand drawer."My eyes narrowed. "Since when does cold medicine paralyze a person

Chapter 5

Lorenzo's hand remained frozen in mid-air—the same hand I had been gripping moments ago.Nancy scrambled backward until her hip struck the windowsill, dragging the curtain down with a rustle. She shrank against the wall, clawing at the fabric."Keep your hands where we can see them," the lead officer commanded.His voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough weight to make Lorenzo slowly drop his hands. Lorenzo's gaze shifted from the Power of Attorney form on the nightstand to the crimson ink staining my thumb."Officer, this is a misunderstanding," he said, flashing a practiced smile. "She just woke up, and her mind is still fried from the gas poisoning. The doctors warned us she might suffer from severe paranoia as a side effect. She is my girlfriend who just came out of critical care."The words rolled off his tongue with fluid ease. Undoubtedly, it was just another rehearsed line.The officer looked down at the documents. "Where did this ink pad come from?"Lorenzo stayed sile

Chapter 6

On the day I was discharged, my mother's longtime friend, Laura Hayes, came to pick me up.The attorney wore metal-framed glasses and harbored the same quirk as my late mother—tucking a pen behind her ear.Once we were in the car, she handed me her phone to show the carrier call records.The timeline was clear: At 2:03 AM, Nancy dialed Lorenzo's number, keeping him on the line for seven minutes and twelve seconds.At 2:06 AM, the gas company's system logged an abnormal flow spike at my apartment that lasted for about four minutes. At 2:08 AM, Nancy's cell signal pinged a tower 300 yards away from my building."Three data points. The timeline matches perfectly," Laura said, putting the phone away. "The gas company issued a formal report. Those system logs can't be altered."I leaned back against the headrest and stared out the window. The pieces snapped into a terrifying sequence: the whispered call at 2:03, the rubber gloves twisting the valve at 2:06, and the heavy slam of the f

Chapter 7

On the day of the trial, Lorenzo sued me for defamation, claiming I had spread false accusations while in the hospital.Nancy was the prosecution's star witness. She sat on the stand with a fresh, short haircut, looking composed. When she spoke, her words rushed out much faster than usual, as if she had rehearsed her script for a long time."After the gas poisoning, Gloria became mentally unstable," Nancy testified. "She developed paranoid delusions and convinced herself that everyone around her was trying to harm her."My lawyer stood up. "Witness, you claim Gloria is mentally unstable. Do you have a medical diagnosis to support that?"Nancy faltered. "The doctor said carbon monoxide poisoning causes aftereffects...""Did the doctor simply mention possible aftereffects, or do you possess an official medical report?" My lawyer's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried weight.Nancy fell silent, her fingernails digging into the wooden edge of the witness stand. When it was my tu

Chapter 8

I didn't go to court the day the verdict came down.Laura called me, her voice steady and flat, as if she were reading a document she had gone over a hundred times before."Lorenzo was convicted of attempted murder, fraud, and forgery of a power of attorney. Combined sentence: seven years. Nancy cooperated fully and received three years' probation. She was released."I told Laura I understood.She paused, then added, "The 200,000 dollars have been repaid in full, principal plus interest. Lorenzo's family sold their old house to scrape the funds together."I thanked her and hung up....That night, I sat alone on the sofa in my mother's apartment.I left the main lights off, switching on only the floor lamp beside the coffee table. The warm yellow glow pooled across the back of my hand.I looked down at my right thumb. The skin was completely clean.The red ink from that afternoon had been washed away long ago, but I still vividly remembered the sensation—the icy touch of the

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