Rewritten Fate

The rain fell hard against the windshield. I gripped my umbrella tighter as I hurried across the street. Cars blurred into streaks of white and red lights. My phone buzzed. A message from my best friend. Don't come home yet. I need to tell you something. I frowned. What could be so important? Before I could reply, a sharp horn pierced the air. I looked up. A truck. Too close. Too fast. My heart stopped. Everything happened in seconds. The screech of tires. People screaming. The cold impact. Then darkness. I expected pain. I expected nothingness. Instead, I heard birds. Birds? Slowly, I opened my eyes. Sunlight spilled through a familiar bedroom window. My bedroom. My old bedroom. I sat up so quickly that my head spun. The posters on the wall. The desk by the window. The calendar. My breath caught. The date read: June 12. Three years ago. "No..." I whispered. My hands trembled. I remembered everything. My graduation. The people who betrayed me. The accident. My death. Yet somehow, I was here. Alive. Three years before it all happened. A knock sounded at my door. "Elara, you'll be late for school!" my mother called. Tears filled my eyes. Mom. She was alive. In my first life, she died a year later from an illness no one caught in time. I rushed to the door and threw it open. My mother stared at me in surprise. Before she could speak, I wrapped my arms around her. "Mom?" "Yes?" she laughed nervously. I began to cry. This wasn't a dream. I had been given a second chance. And this time... I wasn't going to waste it.