Chapter 1 ~ Reborn ~

♡ Hira's pov ♡

You would think how can someone like me ever be sad in their life?

I can see the whole world of luxury from this skyscraper, and I can also see the miserable future that awaits me: death.

I had everything; love, family, money, education, beauty. Everything.

Yet i had nothing at all.

It was all handed to me, not earned, perhaps thats why I was never able to enjoy it for sure.

But now, I wish I could go back. I wish I can survive this. I wish I can truly fight for myself and change my myself.

But who doesn't wish to turn around their regrets at the brink of death?

I'm dying.

Bleeding. Crying. Pain strikes my whole body.

But I'm crying out for help and the only the thing the man who slit my throat says is, "I wish you a goodbye from behalf of Noah."

And with that he strikes his blade into stomach.

The man jerks from behind to my front and his fingers shot up to my eyes; One goes in my right eye mercilessly twisting my eyeballs and the other in my left.

He tugs at my eyeballs before holding in his palm acting as though it were a trophy, only to throw it away onto the floor like trash.

But My pain only escalates further as I let out wretched cries trying to feel my sockets. My hands crazily run all over my face

I can taste the coopery taste of my blood coming out of my mouth.

I can't breath. Breath. I need to breath. It hurts so much. Please! Someone! Help!

I cry out audibly.

"No one's coming to help you. I'll make sure of that."

I feel several blows of the murderers blade to my body in my leg, my neck, hands and so on...

So much so I lose count of how many times he'd stabbed me.

I drop to floor and my wounds increase in pain.

The floor feels so cold, it's almost relaxing.

How insane, a dead person feels relaxation at the cold feel of the floor?

I can feel my consciousness blacking out.

But I don't wanna die. Not yet. I want to ask him why?

Why did he do this?

Noah! I know he hates me, but I loved him. With all my heart, soul and body.

How could he be so cold-blooded.

But, how could I be so blinded in love to think he'd never wish me death. Or bring it upon me?

If I could go back, erase the past, the mistakes i made. I would. I'd never fall for him.

God. I trust you, i always have. So please do something. Help me. Help me.

Nothing around me made sense anymore, I couldn't think no more as I blacked out... and took my last few breaths.

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"Enough with the chatter and quickly do your work."

Tia?

That's... Tia's voice?

I feel my eyelids heavy on me but I try to open them.

Somehow, miraculously I'm in my room, my old childhood room.

What's going on?

My eyes pry around the room as i get up from my bed.

Slowly, I approach my Teddy bear on the sofa. It was a gift to me from Granna. It's touch still feels so soft and real.

Is this my imagination?

Or reality?

I can feel the warm weather, smell the summery flowers. My hands feel, my eyes-

My eyes?

My eyes can see....

what?

I run my hands all over my face and feel my eyes intact. Just then i run to the bathroom's mirror.

Before me, my reflection gawk at me in utter shock and disbelief.

My eyes are perfectly fine. Not a single scratch. No eyebags either.

But... Why do i look so young? Like my 10 year old self?

Everything just became even more confusing.

Where am I? In heaven? In my imagination?

Is this reality? Did all that i went through, that humiliation, hurt and pain all just a very realistic dream?

No.... I can still vividly remember every horrible moment that I've been through, it couldn't have been a simple dream.

The opening of the door to the bedroom has my head turning and i step out the bathroom to see Tia before me. Alive. And well.

"Hira?"

Tia!

For some reason I couldn't bring myself to move and just stood there looking at Tia like an idiot taken aback.

"Hira, why did you get up from your bed? Your injuries haven't yet healed."

She comes closer to me helping me place myself back onto the bed.

Tia feeds me some medicine and tales my temperature.

Thats when it clocks in. This must be when Milan pushed me down in the deep pool.

I didn't know how to swim and i had a phobia of deep pools. So I remember it had caused me some trauma for a long time but around summer time I had gotten better and was able to play about again.

I just find it so difficult and hard to see what kind of situation I'm in.

Had i lived my life and been reborn?

Had I just dreamed a long nightmare and woken up?

Had i just been saved from the murder attempt and now in a deep coma?

I could make endless theories but I'll figure whatever situation I'm in and if this is now my reality, I promise to change for the better for myself and friends and worse for my enemies; ill crush them all, one by one.

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