Chapter 1: The Day I Died
277 Words
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.
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