[WP] Scientists have discovered a way to verify who everybody was in a past life. Some people have never lived before, some have lived a hundred lives. If you decide to find out yours, the results entered into the public domain. Your results are back. You were Hitler.

I put the gun down on my bed next to me. I wanted to end it. 50% of criminals in past lives became criminals in future lives. 25% of murderers in previous lives murdered again. 25% of rapists. 95% of serial criminals or those with a disorder that made them criminals or repeat offenders, reborn, were similar.

I'd tried to be functional my whole life and gotten good. Most days I controlled myself and behaved rationally. Most days I didn't feel out of sorts or too abnormal--not that I wanted to be normal; just that I felt functional. On the off days I felt like I couldn't really control my thoughts or emotions and just did strange things and felt very violent and like I didn't really do things normally or think correctly.

I'd wondered if I just didn't think about things the right way, maybe I'd learned some wrong lesson long ago and didn't learn better. Maybe I was too introverted and didn't get grounded in reality. Everyone, I was pretty sure, had fucked up thoughts and weren't crazy, they didn't act on them. I'd gotten different and older so I didn't really see an issue.

Last night I hit my head really hard. I didn't look and ran into a doorway. I fell over and hit it again on the floor. I threw up and felt off for a few hours, and dizzy. Then I went to sleep and felt ok. I was normal the whole day today until about 4pm. I felt a little nauseous and had a slight headache, and couldn't control my thoughts. I didn't feel rational, and felt too emotional. Just mad and like I wanted to do things I knew were stupid and hoped weren't me, but if I wanted to do them why wouldn't they be me.

Hitting my head threw me off and threw off all the "progress" I'd gotten. I'd gotten my life together and then this digs up everything about me that I'd learned to avoid. Suddenly I'm myself and I hate it. I am stupid, not only that, but mean. And hateful. And I can't help it no matter how much I know it is wrong, I can't remember why and get back to where I'd been.

Finally I just tested myself in a moment of weakness. It shed too much light. Last lifetime I was the worst most insane criminal of all time--and it made sense. All my urges weren't temporary childhood growing pains, and who I was now with bumps on my head wasn't an aberration it was my true self who I'd been learning to silence. Adolf Hitler's brain was somehow linked to mine.

I looked at the gun on my bed, and wondered if I should deal with it or let the next person.

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