Standing by the stove, my mind wandered back to my last life. I remembered when my mom came home with a huge bag of that tonic and forced my brother to eat it every day. I tried to stop her, terrified of what it might do to him, but when she wouldn't listen, I waited until everyone was asleep and threw all the tonics out.
Even after she found out and had the whole family beat me, even after they refused to feed me for days, I still felt like I'd done the right thing.
But then my brother signed up for a 5K at school to impress some girls. He couldn't even finish. He collapsed halfway through, and the whole class laughed at him.
When we got home, my mom said it was my fault. She claimed that because I threw out the tonic, my brother's health was ruined. I thought my brother was smart enough to know better, but I was wrong. He held a grudge. That same night, he snuck into my room and slit my throat while I slept.
Lying there, bleeding out, I saw his greasy, chubby face twisted in anger.
"It's all your fault! You embarrassed me! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"