Chapter 2 The Girl Who Remembered
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Chapter 2
The Girl Who Remembered
The first thing Elena learned about her new life was that she had no control over it.
She couldn't walk.
She couldn't speak.
She couldn't even lift her own head.
All she could do was cry.
And cry she did.
Not because she was hungry.
Not because she was cold.
But because she was terrified.
She was twenty-eight years old when she died.
Now she was trapped inside the body of a newborn.
For days, she listened.
She listened to the voices of the people around her.
She learned that the woman holding her was named Mara.
Her mother.
The man who stood beside them was Daniel.
Her father.
And the name they had chosen for her was—
"Welcome to the world, Lia," Mara whispered one evening, gently touching her tiny cheek.
Lia.
Elena hated it.
She wanted to tell them her real name.
I'm Elena.
I'm your daughter, but I'm not the daughter you think I am.
But all that came out was a soft cry.
Mara smiled.
"She's beautiful."
Daniel leaned over the crib.
"She has your eyes."
Mara laughed softly.
"No. Look at her carefully."
Daniel stared at the baby.
Then his smile slowly disappeared.
"What?"
"Her eyes."
Mara looked at him.
"They're strange."
Daniel frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"They look like she's... thinking."
They both laughed.
But Elena didn't.
Because she was thinking.
She remembered everything.
The hospital.
The rain.
The woman in white.
The silver watch.
The darkness.
And the choice.
Life or death.
She had chosen life.
But why?
The question haunted her.
---
Three years passed.
Elena—now Lia—learned to walk.
She learned to speak.
She learned to laugh.
And she learned that pretending to be an ordinary child was much easier than explaining that she had once been an adult.
Mara and Daniel loved her.
They gave her everything a child could want.
A warm home.
A comfortable bed.
Stories before bedtime.
Hugs when she was afraid.
For the first time in her life, Elena experienced something she had almost forgotten.
A family that stayed.
But sometimes, when she looked at Mara, guilt filled her heart.
Because Mara believed she was simply her daughter.
She didn't know that the little girl sitting in front of her had already lived an entire life.
A life that had ended in tragedy.
One night, while Mara was brushing her hair, Lia stared at herself in the mirror.
She looked at the reflection of a three-year-old girl.
Dark hair.
Brown eyes.
Round cheeks.
Nothing about her resembled Elena.
And yet...
She felt Elena inside her.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Was I always a baby?"
Mara smiled.
"Of course."
Lia looked at her reflection.
"No."
Mara stopped brushing.
"What did you say?"
Lia turned around.
"I dreamed I was old."
Mara laughed nervously.
"Old?"
"Yes."
"How old?"
Lia thought for a moment.
"Twenty-eight."
The brush fell from Mara's hand.
Lia watched her mother carefully.
"Mommy?"
Mara didn't answer.
She crouched down in front of her daughter.
"Where did you hear that number?"
"I don't know."
"Did someone tell you?"
Lia shook her head.
"I just know."
Mara stared at her.
For a moment, something frightened appeared in her eyes.
Then it disappeared.
She smiled.
"Maybe you had a funny dream."
Lia nodded.
But she knew it wasn't a dream.
It was a memory.
---
That night, Lia woke up screaming.
She was standing in the hospital again.
Rain hit the window.
The heart monitor beeped beside her.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
She looked down at her hands.
They were adult hands.
Her hands.
"Elena."
She froze.
Someone was standing behind her.
She slowly turned.
The woman in white was there.
The same woman from the field.
"You remember."
Elena tried to move toward her.
"Who are you?"
The woman didn't answer.
"Why did you send me back?"
"You chose to return."
"Why?"
"Because you wanted the truth."
"What truth?"
The woman stepped closer.
"The truth about your death."
Elena's stomach tightened.
"I know I was murdered."
"Do you?"
"I heard you say someone killed me."
"I said the person who killed you is still alive."
Elena stared at her.
"What does that mean?"
The woman looked toward the hospital bed.
A figure was lying beneath the white sheets.
Elena walked closer.
She pulled back the blanket.
And screamed.
She was staring at herself.
Her old body.
Pale.
Motionless.
Dead.
Then someone entered the room.
A man.
Elena couldn't see his face.
But she recognized his voice immediately.
"You should have stayed dead."
Her blood turned cold.
"No..."
The man walked toward her.
She tried to run.
But her feet wouldn't move.
He reached for her.
And just before his hand touched her—
Elena woke up.
---
She was back in her bedroom.
Mara rushed through the door.
"Lia!"
The little girl was crying.
Mara picked her up immediately.
"It's okay. Mommy's here."
Lia buried her face against her mother's shoulder.
But she wasn't crying because of the nightmare.
She was crying because she remembered the voice.
She knew that voice.
She had heard it before.
In her old life.
She just couldn't remember where.
---
Years passed.
Lia grew older.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
The memories came slowly.
A restaurant.
A red dress.
A photograph.
A man standing beside her.
A broken necklace.
A dark road.
A phone call at midnight.
Pieces of her former life appeared like fragments of a shattered mirror.
But there was one memory she could never recover.
The face of the man who killed her.
Every time she tried to see him, the image disappeared.
Until one afternoon, when she was nine years old.
She came home from school and found Mara standing in the living room.
Her mother looked frightened.
"What happened?" Lia asked.
Mara didn't answer.
Instead, she held out a photograph.
Lia took it.
There were three people in the picture.
Mara.
Daniel.
And a man Lia didn't recognize.
But the moment her fingers touched the photograph, something inside her shattered.
Pain exploded through her head.
She dropped the picture.
A memory flashed before her eyes.
Rain.
A car.
A man's hand.
A silver watch.
Blood on the floor.
And then—
His face.
Lia opened her eyes.
She was breathing heavily.
Mara grabbed her shoulders.
"Lia!"
Lia stared at the photograph on the floor.
Her entire body began to shake.
Because she knew that man.
Not from this life.
From the life before.
And suddenly, she understood why the woman in white had warned her.
Her death hadn't been the end.
It had been the beginning.
And the person who had taken her life...
was closer than she ever imagined.
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