Lies In The Blood: The Lottery That Killed Me

Synopsis

I had trouble walking, so when I won a million dollars in the state lottery, I asked my son, Timmy Gray, to claim the prize for me. But the second he had the winning ticket, he vanished. For an entire month, the only contact I had with him was a daily text message, simply asking how my health was. Staring at the empty balance on my screen, I couldn't figure it out. Did he not even care about the money? It wasn't until a group of violent debt collectors kicked my door in at midnight that I found out the horrifying truth. Timmy had used my identity to take out a million-dollar loan from an underground syndicate. The enforcers shoved me against the wall, threatening to beat me to death if I didn't pay up. Out of options, I called Timmy, begging him to save me. But his voice over the phone was utterly careless. "Oh, the lottery thing? Yeah, that was a scam. I just needed you to sign the paperwork so that I could get the loan." "Don't worry about paying it back," he scoffed. "You've got terminal cancer anyway. Once you croak, the debt gets wiped clean." In the months that followed, my cancer progressed rapidly. As the agonizing pain tore through my body, I begged him over and over again to come back. He refused. He wouldn't pay for my treatments, and he wouldn't even spare a few dollars for a single shot of morphine. He just let me lie there in a filthy room, screaming in agony until my heart finally stopped. When I died, the debt collectors hauled my corpse to his doorstep, trying to force him to pay his debts. He just chuckled, "She's dead. Why would I care? Do whatever you want with her." The despair I felt in those final moments was absolute. But then, my eyes snapped open. I had been reborn on the exact day they told me I hit the jackpot.