The first thing I did after waking up, after being reborn, was to storm to the front of the lecture hall and brutally attack my homeroom teacher – who was also my own mother. Before the whole class could even react, I then charged at my childhood best friend and closest confidante, kicking and punching her mercilessly. Everyone thought the immense pressure of my final year of high school had finally driven me to a breakdown. The school wanted to send me, a dangerous individual, to a psychiatric institution. I sang and danced with glee. In my past life, on the eve of the university entrance exams, my best friend had blown up the school's chemistry lab, killing many students on the spot. I was surrounded by police at my front door. They produced surveillance footage, declaring me the murderer. I was stunned, utterly bewildered, and could only beg my mother to confirm my alibi. But my mother said I was a born delinquent, who had dreamed of blowing up the school since childhood. Several infuriated parents, their eyes bloodshot with rage, brutally attacked me, leaving me for dead. 1 "Oh no, Claire Reynolds, the star student, has completely lost it!" "Mom! Please come pick me up from school! I'm scared!" "I told you, studying all the time can make you crazy. Even the top student in our class has snapped!" The classroom buzzed with nervous chatter. Some students huddled under their desks in fear, while others pounded on tables, cheering me on. The reason was simple: I had just stormed the front of the lecture hall and savagely beaten my own mother, who also happened to be my homeroom teacher, until she couldn't even stand. Then I turned to face the students, locating my target: my past life’s best friend and childhood confidante, Bethany Miller. I grabbed her by the collar. She struggled desperately, and the more she fought, the more exhilarated I became. I dragged her out of the classroom and continued to beat her. The entire hallway echoed with Bethany's agonized screams. My mother, scrambling on her hands and knees, begged me to stop. Other teachers, discovering the scene, immediately called the police and emergency services. At the psychiatric institution, a doctor wanted to examine me, to see if I was truly insane or just feigning it. My mother, still in a hospital gown from the beating, had them wheel her over. She screamed hysterically at me, "What are you feigning madness for when you're clearly not ill!" The doctor shook his head, already writing down his diagnosis. "I've seen many parents like you. It's a miracle your child isn't completely mad! Not only does your daughter need to be admitted, but you, too, should be admitted for proper treatment!" My mother lunged forward, tearing the doctor’s diagnostic report to shreds. "She's about to take her university entrance exams! Do you have any idea?! Rewrite that diagnosis for me! And don't you dare slander me, or I'll sue you!" The doctor shot to his feet. "Madam! Your daughter is ill, do you understand that?! Is her health more important, or the university entrance exams? The exams aren't the only thing in life!" The school administrator, who had accompanied us to the hospital, initially spoke on my mother’s behalf. "Ms. Vance has always been very good to her students and her daughter. While her methods might be a bit... unconventional, Claire has consistently been at the top of her class, and that's thanks to her wonderful mother!" Then, he turned to my mother. "Ms. Vance, you need to calm down! Let your daughter receive treatment here for a while. She has terrified the other students in the class; the school cannot allow her to return for now!" My mother trembled with rage. She tried to intimidate me. "Claire Reynolds! I’m telling you, if you don't come home with me today, I will disown you!" Hearing there was such a good thing on offer, I immediately started singing and dancing. "Today is a good day..." My mother fainted from sheer fury, and I finally entered the psychiatric institution as I had wished. In my past life, close to the university entrance exams, my best friend Bethany Miller blew up the school's chemistry lab. Classes had just ended, and many students were still inside; they were killed on the spot. I was eating dinner at home when the school administration, along with police officers and a group of parents, descended upon my house and apprehended me. The school principal showed me surveillance footage; it clearly showed me blowing up the lab. Though I was bewildered, I knew it was absolutely impossible. My family lived in the staff apartments just a five-minute walk from school. The moment classes ended, I always raced home, and today I had even surpassed my usual speed, arriving a minute earlier than normal. How could I have possibly detoured to the lab to blow it up before coming home for dinner? Yet, my mother looked tense and stammered, "My daughter did come home half an hour later than usual today..." I wondered if my ears were malfunctioning, how could my mother say such a thing? The eyes of several parents present were bloodshot with rage. With lightning speed, they pulled out knives, brutally attacking me, leaving me for dead. "My child won't grow up in peace; why should scum like you live?" When I opened my eyes again, I decided the psychiatric institution was rather pleasant. 2 At the psychiatric institution, I ate and slept well. After breakfast, I even joined the other patients in their morning exercises; life was remarkably peaceful. Just a week later, Dr. Lee said my condition was good and informed me I could be discharged, advising me to maintain an optimistic outlook. I calculated the time—Bethany should have already blown up the lab. I thanked the doctor, grabbed my luggage, and left the hospital. I looked up at the sunlight, humming a tune as I started walking home. I hadn't taken two steps when my mother and Bethany, accompanied by police, school administrators, and a large group of angry parents, arrived. The moment my mother saw me, she snatched the suitcase from my hand. "You beast! You’ve killed so many innocent lives! And now you want to run!" Bethany sobbed, "Claire, turn yourself in! Seek leniency, perhaps in this life I’ll still see you released alive!" Among the crowd were social media influencers. "Folks, the perpetrator of last night's school bombing has been found! Everyone, take a good look! If she’s only sentenced to a few years, we’ll need to avoid her on the streets!" I was stunned. I had gone to such lengths to hide in the psychiatric institution, why were they still after me? I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, the School Board Chairman's palm landed across my face. The Chairman's eyes blazed with fury. "You, trying to walk free? What about my son?! Does murder not carry a death penalty?!" The police tried to intervene, but the parents were too numerous and too enraged for them to take much action. I wanted to explain, but no one was willing to listen. They shouted for my death, demanding I pay for the lives lost. Some, overcome with emotion, even slashed my face, and my hair was left a disheveled mess. The commotion at the entrance of the psychiatric institution made the patients inside even more agitated. Soon, the hospital director emerged, leading a large contingent of doctors and security guards. "What is going on? This is a hospital entrance, not a public marketplace! Our patients need rest!" My mother clutched me fiercely, offering a forced smile. "We're leaving immediately! We're leaving!" I instantly spotted Dr. Lee standing behind the director. "Dr. Lee! My mother is having a relapse, and they're trying to arrest me! Please, save me!" Dr. Lee pulled me behind him. "The patient has just been discharged; her emotional state is still unstable. You cannot provoke her further!" The School Board Chairman was livid. He pointed a finger at my nose, cursing me. "I've seen too many like you—committing heinous acts, acting wantonly, and then claiming insanity afterward! I have plenty of money, and I'll hire the best legal team to get you sentenced to death!" The live stream comments exploded. [Why should a mentally ill murderer not get the death penalty?!] [Support death penalty!] [Death penalty!] ... I was both furious and utterly bewildered. I had sacrificed so much, gone to such lengths to hide in the psychiatric institution, yet they still found me. "I don't understand what I've done for you to want to sentence me to death?" The Chairman retorted, "What have you done, you ask? You blew up your school's chemistry lab! I've never seen a criminal as brazen as you!" Unlike my past life, this time I was completely confident. "Our school's chemistry lab blew up? When did this happen? I wasn't aware!" My mother tried to grab me again, but I dodged, remaining behind Dr. Lee. Failing to seize me, my mother grew even more frantic. "You're still pretending? How could I have raised such a vile creature! It happened last night after school; you went to the lab when it was empty and blew it up. The School Board Chairman's son was right next door and was crushed to death by the collapsing ceiling!" Bethany chimed in, "Claire, don't try to deny it. I saw you sneaking around the lab yesterday, doing something suspicious." The hospital's security guard, an older man, heard this and grew even more agitated than I was. "Young lady, you need to speak with evidence. I was on duty last night. Are you saying I was negligent and let one of our patients escape?" 3 The school security guard also bristled. "Brother, you can't accuse me just to protect your job! Luckily, Ms. Vance reminded me to bring the surveillance footage. Look, isn't this Claire Reynolds?" The surveillance footage showed me, in my school uniform, sneaking towards the chemistry lab, throwing something inside, and then running away. The moment I ran off, a massive flash of light appeared on the screen, and then the monitor went black. The footage was high-definition; even the mole on my face was clearly visible. Everyone watching, especially those in the live stream, erupted. [No wonder mentally ill people are always running around, hurting and killing people – the security at this psychiatric institution is clearly inadequate!] [This girl looks so quiet and refined, but I never expected her to be so vicious and deceitful!] [Such scum deserves the death penalty!] ... The hospital's security guard was red-faced and furious. If I hadn’t been reborn, I would have panicked. "Officer, I've been staying at the psychiatric institution all these days, and there’s surveillance footage there too! Officer, why don’t we check that footage?" And this surveillance footage happened to be quite convenient. The very first day I arrived, I went to the security guard to confirm that all the cameras inside the building were working. The guard guaranteed me, "Of course they are! The day before you came in, some were broken, but today they’ve all been replaced with new ones." The guard produced the footage, and we faced each other. The psychiatric institution’s surveillance showed me staying inside the hospital the entire time. At the exact moment the school bombing occurred, I was chatting with a child with autism. Though the scene was bizarre, it undeniably proved that it was me. For a moment, everyone looked at each other in confusion. The live stream audience was also at a complete loss. [The same person appearing in two different places at the same time?] [Could it be twins? One in the mental hospital, one blowing up the school!] [If it’s not twins, then it must be haunted!] [But that’s not right, even twins wouldn’t look exactly alike, right down to the mole!] ... After seeing the online comments, the police also wondered if I had a twin sister.
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