The PTSD Patient Who Entered a Novel

Ever since I was plagued by Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), all I wanted was to die. But then a damned System dragged me into some melodramatic, dog-eat-dog real vs. fake heiress romance novel.

In my first life, I was the swapped-out, fake heiress. The whole family, from top to bottom, only had eyes for the real one.

Shed self-harm to frame me, then my adoptive parents threw me into a dog training camp. And my so-called adoptive brother? He forced me to "pay for my sins with my body."

I torched that house, then jumped into a river to end it all.

The main characters were wiped out, the mini-world collapsed. So the System threw me into the next one.

In my second life, I was the real heiress, but again, the whole family favored the fake one.

She faked illnesses to set me up; my biological parents extracted my blood to treat her anemia. My biological brother even forced me to take those unspeakable photos, making me the scapegoat for her.

Just as that fake heiress, Brittany, was gloating in front of me, the System suddenly warned:

[Host, you cannot engage in any more extreme behavior in this world, or your body in the original world will permanently die!]

I smiled.

Extreme or not, it didn't really matter.

Mainly I just wanted to die.

So I walked straight up, grabbed Brittany by the hair, snatched a blood bag, and poured it down her throat.

Anemic, are we?

Blood transfusions are so slow.

You need to chug it down!

The blood bag burst, splattering blood everywhere. Nurses screamed, backing away in unison.

I snatched a needle and kept poking holes in myself.

Go on, little glutton, drink up, its all yours!

The plot of this world dictated that Brittany faked anemia, and my biased biological parents would then use me, with my rare blood type, as a living blood bank.

Id already given up on life, so dying from excessive blood loss seemed convenient. And I could even drag someone down with me before I went. Not a bad deal.

Brittany struggled desperately, terrified, her face and hair covered in crimson. The scene was grotesquely eerie.

Cough, cough Help me

My parents, Nathan and Evelyn, rushed forward to stop me.

Stop it now!

Are you insane?

I wasnt insane.

I just wanted to die.

The doctors in my original world called it Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. When triggered, I exhibited severe violent tendencies.

Thats why, in the first world, after being treated unfairly, I violently burned down the entire "family."

The System then teleported me to this second world.

It also threatened me not to kill anyone else, or my original body would die.

Laughable. PTSD not only comes with violent tendencies but also severe suicidal ideation.

The System wants me to passively endure abuse, so Ill first unleash my violence on these people, then use the Systems hand to end myself.

A win-win situation, no loss there!

A large group of bodyguards burst in and subdued me.

Nathan and Evelyn held the dishevelled Brittany, their hearts aching, not knowing what to do.

As for me, my face was pale, like a demon from another world, mocking the hypocritical affection before my eyes.

Nathan saw my indifferent expression, his face darkening suddenly. He slapped me across the face.

How could I have given birth to such a lunatic!

You almost killed Brittany just now!

Shes been weak since childhood, and timid. All she asked for was a little blood, whats there to make a fuss about?

Just as expected from someone raised outside, no manners at all!

My hands and feet were restrained, so I rammed my head hard into Nathans nose.

With a cry of "Ouch," Nathan clutched his nose, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Youre out of control!

Im your father!

Evelyn, seeing this, abandoned comforting Brittany and rushed forward to scold me.

You child, how could you lay hands on your father?

Brittany would never act like this

I cut her off with a cold laugh.

You yourselves said I was raised outside. You gave birth but didnt raise me, so what kind of parents are you?

Brittany was spoiled by you for eighteen years; isnt it natural for her to be filial?

Her adoptive parents abused me since childhood, making me live worse than a dog. You didnt avenge me, you even extracted my blood for her. Any debt of birth, its been paid.

If you still think its not enough, then keep drawing! Draw until Im dry!

Ive wanted to die for ages anyway!

Nathan and Evelyns faces turned ashen, too angry to speak.

A normal nurse on the side, gathering her courage, intervened.

Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller, Miss Lane has already given 1000cc of blood. She also has external injuries; continuing to draw blood would really cause problems

Brittany had ingested quite a bit of blood earlier and now felt nauseous and queasy. She quickly agreed with the nurses suggestion.

Mom and Dad, lets just go home.

Dont let my sister upset you too much.

Nathan turned and left, while Evelyn sighed incessantly.

I dont know where she picked up such bad habits. Not only does she lie and slander her adoptive parents, but she also threatens her parents with her life. You were so well-behaved when you were born

Forget it, you dont have to come home today. Go out and temper your personality for a while.

Come back when youve learned your lesson.

The group left in a swarm.

I remained, suddenly feeling a surge of intense sorrow.

It was this bodys instinctive grief.

According to the plot, Nathan and Evelyn also loved the real heiress, they just werent good at expressing it.

Later, they would weep over the real heiresss corpse, filled with remorse.

They would severely punish the lying Brittany, send Brittanys adoptive parents to prison, and avenge the tragically dead real heiress.

Finally, theyd inherit the family fortune and spend their lives in remembrance.

The real heiress had silently endured harm from her family, all for a love as cheap as theirs.

I wiped away the bodys tears and laughed aloud.

Love that isnt obvious, isnt love at all.

Theres no such thing as someone with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Anyone who hurts you with their words has a sharp heart.

The Millers hadn't even bothered to change the real heiresss surname back, which proved they didn't care.

To torment myself for a non-existent love, to endure abuse, was truly not worth it.

I didnt follow the plot to the pigeon-hole apartment the real heiress rented; instead, I walked straight to the hospital rooftop.

Since bleeding out didnt kill me, Id just jump.

Sensing my intense will to die, the System issued a warning.

[Host, you cannot engage in self-destructive behavior, or your original world body will die!]

I ignored the warning, spread my arms, and leaped.

How wonderful.

Now both worlds would be clean.

The anticipated scene of my head splattering didnt play out.

A pair of strong hands gripped my wrist tightly.

I looked up and saw a handsome, aristocratic man.

He was staring at me with utter disgust.

Brittany said youve been causing a scene at the hospital all day, and upset Mom and Dad terribly.

What, just because youre a Miller by birth, you think you can control us?

Dream on.

No one in the Miller family cares if you live or die.

Ethan Miller, my biological brother.

According to his character profile, he was a doting brother.

Even during Evelyns pregnancy, Ethan had already taken on the role of big brother.

Every day, hed read fairy tales to the sister in Moms belly.

The little fellow personally built a princess room and put all his most beloved toys in his sisters room.

But the sister he doted on now was the fake heiress, Brittany, not me, his actual blood relative.

And in the future, the sister hed dote on would be a cold corpse, not the living me before his eyes.

My gaze was completely unwavering, calm as if I were looking at a stranger.

If you dont care, then get lost.

Ethans face darkened. He yanked me back onto the rooftop and pushed me down onto the rough concrete.

Are you out of your mind?

Werent you constantly saying you wanted to come home, asking me for a chance?

What, you couldnt keep up the act for long, so you changed the script?

No ones going to pity you for playing the death card.

If you really want to die, dont pick a crowded place and make people go to the trouble of saving you!

According to the original plot, the real heiress genuinely admired her brother.

Shed make useless crafts to please her brother, who owned countless luxury items.

Shed also endure stomach pains to cook him a warming soup.

But all she ever got in return was humiliation and ridicule.

I would never waste another ounce of my energy.

I ignored his roars and ran downstairs.

I saw a nurse pushing a cart, snatched the surgical scissors from it, and aimed for my heart.

The nurses face went white with fear.

I gave her a reassuring nod.

Dont worry, this wont get you into trouble. Once I die, this world will collapse

Before the scissors could even pierce my clothes, my hand was again tightly gripped by Ethan.

He was breathing heavily, his expression a mix of anger and confusion.

You really want to die?

Then youll die after youve served your last purpose!

Ethan pulled my hand and locked me into an all-black commercial van.

After a bumpy ride, I was brought to an abandoned warehouse.

The floor was littered with Brittanys indecent photos.

Ethans voice was chilling.

You had someone Photoshop Brittanys indecent photos to ruin her reputation. So Ill make you take a real set.

Well tell everyone that you were the original subject of these photos.

Anyway, youre going to die, so you surely wont care about your reputation, will you?

I knew this part of the storyline.

Ethan believed Brittanys photos were Photoshopped, but in reality, Brittany had gotten herself into trouble by hooking up with various people in private.

I, the real heiress, was just a scapegoat.

Ethan gestured for several burly men to come forward and restrain my hands and feet. A flood of unpleasant memories surged into my mind.

Being framed, disbelieved, humiliated

I was triggered again.

My whole body trembled uncontrollably, and I bit and clawed desperately at the approaching men.

Dont touch me!

I didnt do anything! Why are you doing this to me?!

Ethan, is your brain just for decoration? Why do you believe everything Brittany says without checking? Even a pig is smarter than you!

Ethans eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a flicker of indecision crossed his face.

Just then, his phone rang.

Ethan glanced down at it, and his tightly furrowed brow relaxed.

Hello, Brittany? Dont worry, I promised Id get you revenge, and I always keep my word.

Selene Lane knows she did something wrong and is just pretending to want to die. I wont fall for it.

Hanging up the phone, Ethan didnt look at me again. Instead, he nodded to his subordinates, walked straight out of the warehouse, and lit a cigar.

Countless flashbulbs flared repeatedly, blinding me. I was like a trapped animal in a cage, struggling, biting, howling helplessly

Finally, the flashbulbs died out, and the main door swung open.

A man radiating an icy aura strode in, rushing over. He carefully removed his own jacket and covered me with it.

Dont be afraid, its all over.

Ethan stood behind the man, his voice laced with naked contempt.

Nicholas, dont be fooled by Selenes pitiful act.

She was throwing a fit and wanting to die just a minute ago, but she couldnt keep the charade up.

Someone who truly wants to die wouldnt make such a pathetic scene just from having photos taken. They wouldnt scream like that.

Anyone who didnt know better would think we were slaughtering a pig

Ethan hadnt even finished his sentence when the man in front of him changed his expression.

No, her tongue!

Blood began to flow profusely from the corners of my mouth.

It turned out that, under the immense mental anguish I had just suffered, I had bitten off my own tongue.

The intense pain finally suppressed my fear.

The System blared frantic alarms.

[Host violating self-harm protocol!]

[Detecting a decline in hosts life signs in this world. Original world life will be erased!]

I used my last ounce of strength to open my eyes and look at the face of the man holding me.

Even at this point, the Systems plot was still diligently reminding me.

This person was Nicholas Vance, the arranged marriage fianc of the real heiress in this world.

He was once the real heiresss only light but had fallen for the fake heiress, Brittany, abusing the real heiress physically and emotionally.

I was amused by this ridiculous plot, and blood streamed heavily from my nose and mouth.

Nicholas was sobbing, his brows furrowed in anguish.

He gave me a subtle sense of familiarity.

He didn't seem like a character from a novel; he was more like someone from real life.

Before I lost consciousness, I thought I heard Nicholas yelling desperately into the void.

Stop it, shes not going to make it!

Selene, hold on!

Please, dont die

When I regained consciousness, I found myself back in the Vance familys mansion.

Private doctors filled the entire room.

The Miller family was also present.

Nicholas, what did the doctor say? Is Selene alright?

The System simultaneously broadcast my physical condition in my mind.

[The Vance family utilized top-tier medical equipment to reattach your tongue. Life essence has returned, and the mission continues.]

Upon receiving Nicholass affirmative reply, the Miller family breathed a sigh of relief.

Evelyns attitude even shifted slightly.

Actually, Selene has a point. She grew up outside, and it was our neglect that led her astray.

She caused trouble, but we, as parents, also bear responsibility.

Ethan, however, remained dismissive.

Even if shes unhappy, Brittany was just a baby when she was swapped. Shes innocent; she shouldnt be taking her anger out on Brittany.

Brittany is supposed to debut as a star in the future. How can she do that if those photos get out

Nathan slapped Ethan across the face.

You cant actually make her take those kinds of photos! Shes your sister too!

Now shes bitten off her tongue, its disgraceful!

Ethan, having been hit, still complained.

I wasnt actually going to release the photos.

Shes throwing tantrums without limits; you shouldnt keep spoiling her.

I think shes faking it, just to make you soft-hearted and make Brittany suffer!

Brittany stood by, utterly innocent, fluttering like a white flower.

Its okay, Im not a Miller by birth after all. Its natural for Mom and Dad to prefer my sister

Evelyns heart ached, and Nathan changed his tone.

No one can replace Brittany.

Nicholas, how about we transfer Selene to the Miller familys private hospital? You two arent married yet, after all.

Brittany is the one whos truly devoted to you, otherwise, this engagement

Nicholass face was grim, his tone polite yet distant.

Selene remains the one Im engaged to. That wont change.

Selenes suicide attempt, even if it was a tantrum, needs to be taken seriously.

She holds grievances against you all. It would be best for her to recuperate at the Vance estate before returning.

The Millers looked reluctant, but since Nicholas was sending them away, they had no choice but to leave.

Brittany looked at Nicholas with immense longing.

The Millers noticed this and pulled Nicholas aside for a hushed conversation.

Nicholas glanced back at my semi-conscious form, then finally nodded.

Once the room was quiet, Nicholas returned to my bedside and stroked my rough hand.

Selene, your tongue is injured, so you cant speak for a while.

Dont worry. If the Millers dont want you, the Vances will be your family from now on.

I am your beloved, and that will never change.

Just trust me, and everything will pass, okay?

I didn't speak, acting as if I truly believed Nicholass words.

I slowly recovered at the Vance estate.

Nicholas was indeed very thoughtful. Not only did he prevent the Millers from visiting me, but he also had all the walls in the Vance mansion's rooms padded, and the windows sealed.

No sharp tools were allowed in my sight; all food was prepared and brought in sealed paper containers.

Nurses guarded me around the clock, eliminating any potential dangers.

The night I could speak again, Nicholas carried me to the largest, most luxurious padded room on the top floor, and we embraced.

Nicholas was gentle throughout.

I even had the illusion that I was loved.

But after a few days of intimacy, Nicholas called in the family doctor for a comprehensive check-up on my body.

The doctors eyes lit up.

Mr. Vance, Miss Lane is successfully pregnant!

Nicholas looked at my belly with tears in his eyes, his gaze filled with the joy of something lost and then found.

Selene, were having a child.

Once the baby is born, theyll be the heir to both the Vance and Miller families, and you will always be my only wife.

I didnt say anything more.

Even though my tongue had fully recovered, I had become completely silent, staring blankly at the sky every day.

The doctors could only explain this phenomenon by saying that the high levels of estrogen secreted during pregnancy had softened my personality.

Six months later, on Brittanys and my birthday, Nicholas threw a grand birthday banquet for me.

The entire Miller family was in attendance.

They all looked pleased at my swollen belly.

Only Brittany privately showed me a sneer.

Do you think Nicholas marrying you means he truly loves you?

Hes doing it all for me.

My body is delicate and frail, not suited for childbirth. And you, with your matching rare blood type, are the perfect surrogate.

Whats in your belly is Nicholass and my fertilized egg.

Once you give birth to our child, all youll get is an empty title: Mrs. Vance.

No one will ever love you.

Mom and Dad, Brother, Nicholas, even the baby in your bellytheyre all mine!