My Mother Killed Me Three Times. Now It’s My Turn

Just five minutes ago, I opened my eyes and welcomed my fourth life.

In my first life, when I was five, my mom claimed I stole money and accidentally pushed me off the balcony.

In my second life, when I was fifteen, she locked me in the attic to force me to give my prestigious early admission spot to my cousin. I starved to death.

In my third life, when I was seventeen, she cut my car’s brake lines the night before my driving test.

Now, I’m back, two months before my seventeenth birthday.

"Autumn, why aren't you eating?"