Their Downfall, My Design

Their Downfall, My Design

Gavin

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I was heading into senior year, my ROTC scholarship practically a guarantee, my future stretching out bright and limitless. Then, my childhood friend and first love, Mike, fueled by jealousy and his new girlfriend Jessica' s petty spite, drugged my drink. It was right before my crucial ROTC physical, and I failed, watching my dreams and entire future evaporate. My life spiraled into dead-end jobs, a miserable existence far from what I' d planned. Years later, at a party, Jessica, still simmering with a twisted hatred, set her friends on me. I remembered the rough hands, the tearing, the cold, hard floor against my cheek as their cruel laughter filled the air. They stripped away everything, then they killed me. The searing pain, the utter betrayal, the image of their faces twisting with delight as I lay dying - it was an agonizing, incomprehensible end. Why? How could they commit such an unspeakable act, then simply walk away? But then, I woke up, gasping, in my own bed, three years in the past, my body miraculously whole and untouched. Reborn. A terrifying realization struck me with the force of a physical blow: what if they were back too? At the first school assembly, Mike' s arrogant smirk and Jessica' s cold, knowing eyes confirmed my worst fears. They remembered. But this time, I wouldn't just survive; I would ensure they paid for every last bit of what they did. The game was on, and this time, I was ready to win.

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I was heading into senior year, my ROTC scholarship practically a guarantee, my future stretching out bright and limitless.

Then, my childhood friend and first love, Mike, fueled by jealousy and his new girlfriend Jessica' s petty spite, drugged my drink.

It was right before my crucial ROTC physical, and I failed, watching my dreams and entire future evaporate.

My life spiraled into dead-end jobs, a miserable existence far from what I' d planned.

Years later, at a party, Jessica, still simmering with a twisted hatred, set her friends on me.

I remembered the rough hands, the tearing, the cold, hard floor against my cheek as their cruel laughter filled the air.

They stripped away everything, then they killed me.

The searing pain, the utter betrayal, the image of their faces twisting with delight as I lay dying - it was an agonizing, incomprehensible end.

Why? How could they commit such an unspeakable act, then simply walk away?

But then, I woke up, gasping, in my own bed, three years in the past, my body miraculously whole and untouched.

Reborn.

A terrifying realization struck me with the force of a physical blow: what if they were back too?

At the first school assembly, Mike' s arrogant smirk and Jessica' s cold, knowing eyes confirmed my worst fears.

They remembered.

But this time, I wouldn't just survive; I would ensure they paid for every last bit of what they did.

The game was on, and this time, I was ready to win.

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