I quickly turned my head to look away. I hate how I look. I was about to cover the mirror when suddenly a thought crossed my mind. With numbing fingers, I pulled my t-shirt by the neck-hole to reveal my chest. My blood turned cold because a stab mark sat there on the swell of my very big left bréast.
The healed stab wound had left behind a thick keloid mark. I ran my fingers over it as my breaths hitched.
"H-how is this possible?" I wondered and scrambled over to the calendar on my study desk.
I lifted it and checked the date as my breathing became even worse. The calendar slipped out of my hands as I jerked back to stand against the support of the wall.
"S-so my death isn't a dream. T-the stabbing wasn't part of the nightmare I lived. I... I was indeed k-killed but..." I trudged over
