生まれ変わり Novels & Stories

“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.

The alert tones and Sadie's shouting blurred together, filling the car. Then the brakes hit. "Get out." Sadie threw the door open, came around to my side, and yanked me out by the arm. "Acting like you're better than us. Who do you think you are?" I didn't fight her. I stumbled, my knee slamming into the rough ground. Pain shot up my leg, and tears stung my eyes. But I was alive. This time, I was alive. Lillian got out right after and took my phone. She tapped through a few screens, changed the destination, and marked the trip complete. Then she held the phone up, smiling sweetly.

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

"And do you know what day you were born?" "Yes," Ada said softly. "Daddy said that Andrew and I were born on New Year's Eve 2015." 'New Year's Eve 2015...' Kisa felt a pang of pain in her heart as New Year's Eve of that year reminded her of the burning pain of the fire and the unspeakable despair that she had suffered. It was also that New Year's Eve that her baby died. But on that night, Gilbert was blessed with a pair of twins, and she found that to be an ironic contrast.

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

We look exactly alike and that’s not possible because I don’t have any kids and my sister doesn’t have any kids also so what I’m seeing is impossible. I’ve never been someone who gets failed by words that I couldn’t speak but right now it just happened. I stood there like a statue. What was I supposed to say? I was looking at a mini replica of myself in all three of them. The boy was the exact replica of me. What the hell is going on?. I don’t remember having kids and there is no doubt they are mine. I have kids. I had to process this piece of information. Hell, this isn’t a piece of information it’s a fucking bomb that just dropped on me.

"No way, I’m so happy! I’m not going home until I’m drunk tonight." The drunkenness spread to my cheeks, and all my words and emotions poured out. My body swayed unsteadily, and I draped my arm over Jason’s shoulder. "You don’t understand the joy of revenge, I’ve died once," I laughed loudly. "I was reborn. It’s a relieve to watch them being in chaos." "You’re drunk. You’re talking nonsense. How can someone be reborn? You’ve just started a new life." Jason pulled me into his arms.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

She sat for another minute in his office while the fire burned low and the baby moved and outside the snow came down quiet on North Ridge. She thought about her first life. About the version of herself who had never known any of this was possible. Who had been so thoroughly told, for so long, that she was ordinary — nothing special, nothing remarkable, perfectly fine — that she had believed it the way you believed things that were repeated to you often enough. She thought: I wish I could tell her. The version of me in that cell. I wish I could say: hold on. Just hold on a little longer. There is a version of this that is worth coming back for.

It was like they had never existed at all. A light breeze passed by, and a sharp pain flickered in my palm. I knew then that my new life had just begun.