Chapter 2: World, Welcome the New Me

Gerald's POV:

I exhaustingly slump on the bed. Solid plans for revenge swirls around my brain.

Come to think of it,

Rebirth. A life after death.

Only, I was reborn on exactly the same place, being exactly the same person, -not really exactly though.. I became my 20 year old self. I came back to the time when I was still vigorous, When I was a happy and talented young man with a promising future. Back when people look up to me and wasn't just threatened of my business prowess or disgusted with my utterly disfigured face.

I couldn't help but caress my face once more.

My eyebrows are thick and arched, my eyelids aren't stuck together, and my eyes are surrounded by long and thick eyelashes. Even my nose is aquiline and pointy. Far from the crooked and wrinkled one it became 20 years ago. And I have lips again.

I can't help the tears that streamed down my eyes again. I just let it flow down the cheeks that were free from long disgusting bone-deep scars.

If this tears can just wipe out all the sufferings and depression I suffered for the last 20 years. I just lost this appearance but the superficial world abandoned me.

I was never a vain person. I knew that most people likes me for my face and inheritance but I never thought of using it to my advantage.

Despite their clear adoration, I'd rather be loved for my talents, efforts my individual identity.

What a naive young man I was, who knew that I would lose almost everything I wanted when I lost the thing that I thought mattered the least?

My beloved mother was known as the most beautiful daughter of a rumored english noble descendant before she married my older but overly wealthy-for-his-own-good father. After three years of marriage and with a wife pregnant with their unborn son, my father suddenly died. He was sniped during a speech for a fund raising foundation.

My former meek mother had to brave the cold and protect her husband's inheritance and unborn child from the bloodsuckers we called relatives.

Despite all that, I grew up loved and personally cared for by my outwardly strict but sweet and protective mother.

I was ignorantly raised believing that the world is full of roses.

Not knowing that it might be true, but those roses are infested by pests that will suck you dry until it unhesitantly kill you regardless of kin.

After plotting my father's death but regretfully leaving a root, the vermin went after me next.

The unknown fucker kidnapped this stupid young master. this stupid young man was tortured, disfigured and shot on the head but was rescued. I didn't die.

I just lived dying..

I never expected that the People that used to adore me will shoot me down with degrading words.

Friends that used to support and cheer me up couldn't even look at my resulting ugly figure.

Almost everyone left. Except for my loving mother who cried a river and a hidden worm that killed me in the end.

Hurt but foolish enough not to be Disheartened, I showed off my skills and abilities, thinking that I could redeem all that I lost. It was just appearance. It wasn't important to me. It should be the same for them, right?

I brought the empire my parents built to new heights. I was even hailed a legend in the business world.

A legend that was fucking asked by a freaking magazine to done a mask so they can put me on the cover without disgusting anybody.

Fuck. that one really hurt. It's still fresh in my mind.

I sniff and cut my bitter memory lane.

I sit up and run my hands to my hair.

"I have to come back.." I muttered with solid resolve.

I believe I already used up all my stupidity to my former self to last me a lifetime. It's time to abandon those that did this shit to me. 40 years is enough to learn that I should not seek to please the world. The world wouldn't care for a martyr's death. It will just continue revolving around living and beautiful main characters.

It Is time to retaliate to the people that hurt me and my mother.

Even with the former me's clouded mind, I was a fucking genius. What more when the burden was lift off my shoulders?

A revenge plan is lying crafted in my mind. I'm excited to show it to world.

The time for just payment is long overdue. They have to pay a hefty price now.

Heroes aren't needed at peaceful time? Fuck you, Rick. I was never a hero.

Even if this miracle is demonic, who cares? I definitely won't.

I'll be back. And with a vengeance. .

"when i climb up from hell, i'll stomp all of you down, when you thought i'm gone, i'll come back and hunt all of you dead. You fuckers, this is payment.."

With a newfound strength, I lost all tiredness and stood up, fetch my keys, wallet and phone.

No. It's not mine. It was Gerald's.

the Gerald then already died and was killed when his snake of a friend pulled the trigger.

I will live as a new me.

this new me will take back the former Gerald's belongings. With interest.

this new me will pay back the former me's debts. also with interests.

And the new me will live a better life than the former Gerald. Completely Free from pests and worms.

I opened the door and disregarded the sharp rays of the sun and the loud waves.

then, I smiled with bitterness.

That fucking Rick threw me to my private island that only the two of us knew. He really wanted me to rot alone, huh?

Cold and resentment ooze from my heart. There sure is a deeper plot for this. Anyway, I have a lot of time. It's for me to find out.

Without warmth or pleasantries, I greeted the vast sea and anything beyond it.

"Welcome to the world, new me."