Reborn, I Rewrite My Fate

The stifling heat of summer was enough to make anyone irritable.

Even with the air conditioner humming inside the room, the air felt thick-so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Donna curled up in the corner of the hospital room, trembling uncontrollably, shrinking away from the pill the doctor was trying to hand her.

"No, I won't take it! I'm not sick!"

"Let me out of here!"

She covered her ears, shaking her head again and again, shouting at the female doctor.

But the doctor had clearly grown used to such episodes. Her voice was gentle and coaxing as she tried to persuade Donna to take the medication.

But it was useless.

Just as the doctor was about to resort to another method, a girl stepped into the room.

She had striking pink hair and wore oversized sunglasses that concealed most of her face.

She took in the scene before her and scoffed, pulling off her glasses and speaking coolly to the doctor.

"All right. You're done here."

"Leave us. I want a word with her."

The doctor bowed respectfully, obeyed without question, and quietly closed the door behind her.

Sakura chuckled, arms folded as she slowly made her way toward Donna.

"What's the matter, my crazy sister? Still not used to life in the psychiatric ward?"

"Someone as insane as you is exactly where you belong. Or would you rather be outside, hurting others again?"

Hearing Sakura's mocking voice, Donna's eyes snapped open. She stared at her stepsister, fury burning in her gaze.

"Why?" she demanded, voice trembling with anguish.

"Why did you do this to me?"

"Where's Andrew? Does he even know you locked me in here?"

At the mention of Andrew, a flicker of light returned to her eyes-a glimmer of hope. Her voice grew urgent.

But Sakura merely laughed, as if she'd just heard the funniest joke.

"Andrew? You mean that idiot husband of yours?"

Sakura leaned in, brushing Donna's hair aside with mock tenderness before curling her lip.

"He's the one who suggested throwing you in here. If you want someone to blame, blame yourself for being too stupid to keep your man."

"Your precious husband is obsessed with me now. Every time he sees me, I swear, he looks like he's wagging his tail like some lovesick puppy."

Her tone turned sharper, each word stabbing deeper.

"You? You're nothing but a loser. A madwoman. Andrew is head over heels for me, and very soon, I'll be stepping into your old role as vice president of the company you two worked so hard to build together."

She giggled, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight, as she watched Donna's face flush with rage, her bloodshot eyes wide, and her chest heaving with fury.

"How does it feel?" Sakura teased.

"To be replaced by me?"

Donna clenched her jaw, then launched forward, hands clawing toward Sakura's smug face. But Sakura dodged easily, her expression turning cold as she delivered a sharp kick that sent Donna sprawling to the floor.

"Why?"

Donna choked out again, lying on the cold tile, her voice barely more than a whisper of broken disbelief.

Donna screamed at the top of her lungs, but Sakura didn't flinch. She was too busy admiring her freshly done nails, casting Donna a glance full of disdain.

"What else could it be?" she sneered.

"Didn't you always look down on my mother for being your father's second wife? Didn't you always mock me for being a country bumpkin?"

"I wanted to see what someone as 'noble' as you had over me. Turns out? Nothing but stupidity."

Sakura let out a chilling laugh. Without warning, she grabbed the bottle of pills from the table and hurled it to the ground with a loud crack.

Then, casually, she snatched a glass and threw it toward Donna. It shattered with a sharp, ringing crash, glass shards scattering across the floor.

Several fragments sliced into Donna's hand, drawing thin lines of blood that quickly stained her trembling fingers.

The sight of it made Sakura cry out dramatically, voice laced with false panic.

"Oh no! Help me!" she screamed.

"Donna's having another episode-she's trying to attack me! She just grabbed a shard of glass and tried to stab me in the neck!"

As she dashed out of the room, she nearly collided with the doctor rushing in. Pointing directly at Donna, who was still sitting in stunned confusion, Sakura shouted:

"Sedate her-now! She's completely insane!"

Before Donna could even process what was happening, she was wrestled onto the hospital bed. Strong hands pinned her down as the cold sting of the needle pierced her skin.

Her vision began to blur, the room spinning around her. And just before the darkness took over, she saw Sakura-smirking like the victor-straightening her back and walking out with the air of someone who had already won.

...

Donna ran barefoot down the road, her feet bloodied and torn, every step a struggle. But her eyes remained firm-unyielding.

When the familiar house came into view, a shaky breath of relief escaped her lips.

Without hesitation, she burst through the front door, pushing past the startled servants who tried to stop her.

The ground floor was empty. Panic rising, she dashed upstairs, shouting with all her might.

"Mom! Dad! I'm back!"

"Sakura and Andrew-they sent me to that mental hospital! The two of them worked together to ruin me!"

Disheveled hair, clothes in disarray, feet swollen and bleeding-Donna's frantic appearance should've drawn concern. But the people seated on the plush living room sofa didn't even flinch.

They looked at her with cold, detached eyes.

Amid Donna's desperation, Sakura giggled, leaning sweetly on Andrew's shoulder.

"What nonsense are you spouting now? You're insane. Putting you in a psychiatric hospital was the right thing to do, wasn't it?"

Andrew glanced at her pitiful state and sighed mockingly.

"She's right. We spent a good amount of money getting you admitted. And now you're here blaming us?"

Donna's gaze trembled as it turned to her father, hoping-praying-for a shred of support.

But he only scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain.

"You're sick. If you're not going to stay in the hospital and get treatment, what the hell are you doing back here?"

"And now you're trying to pin the blame on your own sister and husband? Absolutely revolting."

The sheer disgust on her father's face broke something inside Donna. She stumbled backward, then sank helplessly to the floor.

She couldn't believe it. These were the people who had once spoken to her with warmth, and embraced her with love.

How... how had they become like this?

"This can't be real... Mom... Where is my mom?"

A flicker of life returned to Donna's vacant eyes.

"She would never let me be humiliated like this. When she shows up-just wait. All of you will pay for what you've done."

But before anyone could respond, a giggle echoed from the upper floor.

"A comedy performance, is it? Are you still clinging to hope about your mother?"

"That idiot woman was shipped off to some remote mountain village a long time ago. Even if she wanted to come back and rescue you, she'd never make it in time."

Lisa, Donna's stepmother, descended the stairs with deliberate grace, her voice dripping with mockery and perverse satisfaction.

She cast a scornful glance at Donna, lips curling into a sneer.

"And another thing-don't stay here and pollute the atmosphere. Go crawl back to that rundown mental hospital of yours."

"Don't spoil everyone's mood."

She pinched her nose dramatically as if Donna's mere presence was repulsive, frowning in exaggerated disgust.

Lisa turned away just as Sakura stood up from the couch, a smile tugging at her lips.

"My mom was right. No matter how many times you try to escape the asylum, the outcome will never change."

"Do yourself a favor and crawl away while we're still being merciful."

Sakura kicked Donna hard. Donna stood there like a soulless shell, mumbling "No... it can't be..." over and over. Her eyes burned red with rage, hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She stood up slowly, fixing Sakura with a cold, cutting glare.

"How... how can you guys do this?"

"How could you treat us like this? Aren't you afraid of karma?"

With a sudden burst of energy, Donna lunged at Sakura, grabbing her by the collar. But her body, frail from long-term malnutrition and drained from running, couldn't keep up. Sakura easily seized her arm, locking it in a tight grip.

"Idiot. You really thought you could stand against us with that pathetic courage of yours?"

"If you don't want peace, fine. Let me help you."

A twisted smile curled on Sakura's lips as she tightened her grip until Donna's arm flushed red. No matter how hard she struggled, Donna couldn't break free.

Sakura's arm was like a vice, dragging Donna toward the staircase. Her eyes glinted with malicious satisfaction as she sneered.

"Get lost. And next time you're reincarnated, try not to be so stupid."

With a crooked smile, she lifted her leg and kicked Donna down the stairs with all her strength.

Donna lost her footing, crashing headfirst onto the steps and tumbling helplessly down, body bouncing and rolling with every impact.

She didn't stop.

Blood spilled down the staircase, soaking each step in crimson. The loud, sickening thuds of impact echoed in the air-each one seeming to brighten Sakura's smile.

By the time Donna's body hit the landing, the floor was slick with blood.

Worse still, a red stream continued to flow from between her legs. A stabbing pain coiled through her abdomen, so intense it made her body tremble uncontrollably.

It was as if... the life inside her was slipping away.

Donna stared blankly, her dazed eyes following the growing pool of blood beneath her. Only now did she realize-She was pregnant.

And in that blurry moment of awareness-She also knew the child was gone.

The pain dulled her senses. Her limbs felt like lead, her body drained beyond measure.

With all the strength she had left, she forced her eyes open-just enough to see Sakura standing at the top of the stairs, smirking coldly.And beside her, Donna's husband.Her father.Her stepmother.All standing still. Unmoved. Indifferent.

The very people she had once called family-They only wanted her gone.

How laughable.How cruel.

Donna clenched her blood-soaked fist. Before her consciousness faded completely, she made a silent vow-If life ever gave her a second chance,She would never again let these hypocrites destroy her.

She would return-And she would make them suffer.One by one, they would taste the same despair, the same agony that had consumed her.

And with that final, broken promise in her heart,Donna closed her eyes-Drained.Grieving.Defeated.

And never opened them again.