Streaming My Innocence

Framed for a scholarship student's rape and murder in my past life, I was sentenced to life. My own girlfriend provided the evidence, and my parents testified against me. For twenty years in prison, I clung to the hope they had a reason.
Upon release, they welcomed me with a lavish dinneronly for me to wake up as a ghost, reading headlines that I'd committed suicide out of guilt.
Then I reopened my eyes. I was back on the night it all began.
If they were determined to paint me as a monster, fine. Id become a spectaclea man hospitalized in front of a live audience, impossible to frame.
I hit Go Live and started devouring mangoes from a street stall like a madman.
Is this guy crazy?
The owners frozen!
What a channel launch!
As viewers flooded in, I counted down. Right on time, I collapsed, foaming at the mouth. Darkness.

1
The moment I passed out, the live chat went into a frenzy.
Is he for real? Is this guy nuts?
Swollen lips, trouble breathing, hives breaking out all over thats anaphylactic shock! Someone call 911!
The fruit stand owners expression shifted from anger to horrified shock. He stumbled back, hands raised in surrender.
Sticky, sweet mango juice coated my hands, the taste in my mouth a cloying mix of sugar and bitterness. Only one thought burned in my mind.
Even if I die, Im dragging every last one of them to hell with me.
The wail of the ambulance siren was the sweetest sound Id ever heard.
As the paramedics rushed toward me, the fruit stand owner grabbed my hand, his voice trembling.
Son, whatever it is, its not worth this. If you die on me, Ill never sell another piece of fruit in my life!
His words struck me like a physical blow. A complete stranger showed me more compassion in a single moment than my family had in a lifetime. The irony was suffocating.
I gripped his hand, my voice a desperate rasp. Sir, can you do me a favor? Please, keep the livestream running. All the way to the hospital.
In the chaos, unnoticed, I palmed a small fruit knife from his stand and slipped it into my pocket.
The chat was a mix of advice and mockery.
Dude, don't get stuck with his medical bills! It's not worth it!
That poor owner. Worst luck in the world, running into this psycho.
Wait isnt that my coworker? Hes usually such a quiet guy. What the hell happened?
Seeing that last comment sent another pang through my chest. The cruel joke was, in my last life, the only people who ever believed in my innocence were my colleagues.
Id been arrested right after work that day, accused of murder. I thought it was a misunderstanding, that Id be released in no time. Then my father came to visit me. His first words were a command.
Julian, stop being stubborn. Confess. As your father, I cant cover for you any longer.
I had just stared at him, completely bewildered.
The detective on the case, a man named Miles, was a bulldog for justice. Hed grabbed me by the collar, his eyes shot with rage. You bastard. Do you have any idea she was just eighteen? Shed just gotten into college.
The evidence against me was impossibly perfect. My own girlfriend, Chloe, had submitted the video of me threatening and kidnapping the victim.
The fruit stand owner hesitated.
I clutched the phone tighter, screaming at the paramedics who were trying to move me.
If you don't let me keep this stream live, Im not going to the hospital!
Two of them moved to restrain me.
Without a second thought, I pulled the fruit knife from my pocket, my eyes wild with desperation.
You come near me, and Ill kill myself right here!
The chat exploded.
WHOA! What the hell happened to this guy? He looks genuinely broken. That look in his eyes thats not an act.
Hes completely lost it. I know this guy, he was about to get married. House, car, the whole deal. This makes no sense.
Fruit stand owners internal monologue: Great, the knife is mine too!
A police car pulled up, and the man who stepped out made my entire body go rigid.
Detective Miles strode forward, his brow furrowed, but he kept his voice calm and steady. Son, whatevers wrong, the police are here to help. Dont do anything youll regret.
His words sent a tremor through me. My throat closed up. The live chat fell silent.
In my last life, this was the man who had sent me to prison.
The fruit stand owner rushed forward. Kid, I promise, Ill keep the stream going all the way to the hospital! Just please, dont hurt yourself!
Every eye was on me. I kept the phone in one hand, the knife in the other.
I dont trust anyone. Stream it. All of it.
The viewer count surged past twenty million. The owner agreed, taking the phone. I was finally helped onto the stretcher and into the ambulance.
The chat was already buzzing with theories of a deeper conspiracy.
On the way to the hospital, the police identified me and contacted my parents.
My phone rang.
It was my dad. The owner held the phone out to me, and I nodded.
Julian, you are such a disappointment. You might as well just die in that hospital.
Why do you always have to cause a scene? Do you have any respect for me as your father?
Im telling you right now, you get online and you apologize to everyone, or youre not welcome in this house tonight!
He hung up before I could even respond.
The chat was split. Some thought my father was in the right; others found him unbearably cold.
Detective Miles, riding with us, muttered under his breath, What a heartless bastard.
The comment reached my ears. I looked over at him, the truth burning on my tongue. But who would believe me? The man in that video looked exactly like me. The police had confirmed it wasnt a fake. My own parents had given statements against me. What kind of parents would frame their own son?
Detective Miles caught my gaze, a flicker of contemplation in his eyes.
I thought about the girl, the student who had just started college. I dredged up the memories of that night and crooked a finger at him.
I whispered a few words in his ear.
Detective Miles shot up so fast he hit his head on the ambulance ceiling. His expression was stone.
Are you serious?
I nodded.
This time, lets see how they frame me now.
I lay in a hospital bed, the steady drip of the IV a metronome counting down my fate. The chat was filled with comments of boring, clout-chasing loser, and viral attempt failed.
But I had already won. I had twenty million witnesses.
Then I saw the time on my phone and a cold dread washed over me.
8:31 PM.
It was the time from my nightmare. The timestamp on the video. The moment I dragged that girl through the door, tearing at her clothes, spewing vile words.
If Id had more time after reincarnating, I wouldnt have resorted to something so desperate.
My parents never came. Chloe never came.
The fruit stand owner, who had stayed with me, looked increasingly grim. Kid, maybe they have their reasons, he said, trying to comfort me. Maybe theyre just caught up. Dont overthink it. What do you want to eat?
Yeah. Reasons.
Right up until the moment they fed me poison, I stupidly believed theyd been threatened, that it was all part of some larger conspiracy. But after they killed me, they had my body cremated immediately and told the media I had died of shame.
You can turn off the stream now, I told him.
As the owner stared at me, confused, his phone rang. He answered, and a voice barked from the other end.
This is Detective Miles. Is Julian Shaw awake?
Put him on.
He must have been watching the stream.
I didnt take the phone. I just looked into the camera and smiled faintly.
Detective, you want to know how I knew? Youll have your answer in a few days.
Amidst a flood of question marks from the chat, I ended the broadcast.
But the call was still connected. Detective Miless voice was tight with anger.
If you knew what was going to happen, why didnt you stop it? She was only eighteen
her life was just beginning, I finished his sentence, my voice utterly calm. It was the same line hed used on me, over and over, during my interrogation in my past life.
My life had just been beginning too. Id just paid off my mortgage, my car loan. I was about to propose to Chloe.
Instead, I was betrayed by everyone I loved and thrown in a cage for twenty years.
And even then, I never blamed them. When I got out, all I wanted was to live a quiet life with them.
They never wanted me to live at all.
Detective, I said softly, my eyes starting to burn. Today is my birthday.
I hung up and looked at the fruit stand owner. Sir, Id like a bowl of noodles.
He shot to his feet, ready to run out and buy them, but then he sat back down. He pulled out his phone, ordered something, and handed it to me.
Here. You pick what you want. Its on me. I hope, from now on, you dont face any more obstacles you cant overcome.
Last life, I was so busy I didnt even remember my birthday until the next day. Five days later, I was arrested.
The hospital room was dim, but for the first time, it felt like a light had been switched on in my life.
As I ate, the owner watched me, his eyes glistening.
My daughter, he said quietly. She just started college this year. Shes delivering food to save me some money.
My blood ran cold. The girl who died she was delivering food to earn extra money too.
It couldnt be a coincidence.
Shes stronger than me, I said, the only comfort I could offer. Shes a brave, good kid.
Around midnight, my IV was finished, and I went home. The owner had rushed off after a phone call, but not before I managed to stuff all the cash I had into his pocket.
I opened the door. The apartment was clean and tidy, just like last time.
Chloe was in bed, murmuring sleepily. What took you so long? You must be exhausted.
She wrapped her arms around me. My body went rigid. I didnt dare close my eyes.
It was her video that had sent me away for twenty years.
I kissed her forehead, just like I always did, and went to wash up.
What now?
Her familiar, steady breathing filled the room. I took her phone, slipped out into the night, and raced to my best friend Flynns house.
The moment he opened the door, I shoved the phone at him. Back up everything on this to my cloud drive. And install a tracker on it.
Flynn yawned, rubbing his eyes. Jules, man, whats the rush? Did Chloe cheat on you or something?
Fifty grand, I said flatly. You in or should I find someone else?
Im in, Im in!
He got to work while I crashed on his couch. At five in the morning, I took the phone back, stopping to buy Chloe breakfast on the way home.
Flynns words echoed in my head.
Bro, I checked everything. Theres nothing on there. Youre being paranoid.
The days passed in a haze of anxiety. I wrote a will and had it notarized.
Upon my death, all my assets are to be donated to charity.
On the fifth day, I was at work when Detective Miles walked up to my desk, his expression grim.
Julian Shaw, youre a suspect in a rape and murder investigation. You need to come with us.

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