After Ten Lifetimes, I'm Done Struggling

Summary

Through ten lifetimes, I've died miserably because people kept forgetting I existed.

So in this life, I decide not to struggle anymore and just wait for death.

When I was kidnapped at five years old, I lay down on the spot and held my breath, covering myself with white powder. The kidnappers thought they had killed me and were so frightened that they surrendered on the spot.

When the police found me, I was lying on a cart near the morgue entrance. I waved to the morgue staff and said, "Could you push a little faster? I've got another life to get to."