A Step Back
In my previous life, I shoved the police chief’s daughter out of the way with everything I had. A truck ran over me instead, crushing both my legs.
The police department awarded me a medal and I became a hero praised by the entire city.
However, when she woke up, she pointed at me and told her father that I tried to kill her.
My parents slapped me on the spot. “Why would you try to hurt her?!”
My younger brother stood behind them and said quietly, “Henry… I saw you that day. You really did push her…”
The driver who hit us claimed I had instructed him to run her down and said I was trying to stage an accident to murder her.
I was sentenced to fifteen years.
The day I entered prison, I was in a wheelchair.
My mother held my brother’s hand and glanced back at me. Her eyes were filled with disgust.
“How did we raise a monster like you?”
In prison, a gang leader arranged by the police chief gouged out my eyes and slashed the tendons in my hands. I died consumed by hatred.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that same intersection.
A large truck was barreling straight toward the police chief’s daughter.
I slowly took a step back.
This time, I was not going to save anyone.