There was a glimmer of hope and determination to do anything that was needed to get my life back.

Soon the girl blinked and her eyes turned normal again, and the pain returned. I cried with the pain as I could feel my internal organs falling out, my condition was full of gore.

The nurses and doctors were running towards me with stretchers and all the necessary equipment but it was too late, and truth be told, I did not want to be saved.

If there was a way that i could return back to my previous life, then i want to take it, i would die to go back to my previous life and take the revenge i desired.

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I opened my eyes “Ahh!”

I woke up screaming. All I could see in front of me was a mahogany desk with a white book placed on top, and sitting on the chair… was me. I sat for a while with a dazed expression, until I realized the crucial truth.

“I… definitely…”

Died. I definitely had.

“Died…”

i could still remember the truck hitting my body badly and all the blood gushing out like a dam and that girl, that eerie girl. It was a frightening and terrifying memory.

I trembled without realizing. What was even more surprising was the feeling of fear. It was exclusive for the living.

“How? How…”

The fact that those nonsensical words could be heard through my ears was surprising. The dead couldn’t hear. Did this mean I was alive? I slowly moved my hands and turned over a page from the book. One more number increased from the last page.

Nevertheless, i couldn’t believe it. So i finally tried the test for utmost certainty. I raised my hand smoothly and hit my cheek without any hesitation.

SLAP! I felt the pain with the harsh sound of friction. I murmured while wrapping my hand over my cheek that had reddened.

“It hurts…”

It was certain. I was alive. It means the girl was telling the truth. I looked down at my body with anticipating eyes, when someone suddenly opened the door.

“Abigail”

This voice that called out to me was definitely…

“Bella…”

“Abi, you were reading a book again!”

Isabella approached me with a look that I was a bored person. My body began to tremble as if i had seen a ghost and questioned in a voice full of disbelief, “Bella, really… Bella, is that you, sis?”

“Abi”

She tilted her head to the side and asked, “What is it? Did something happen?”

“Ha!”

I hugged my sister without waiting for an answer. ‘Oh, my goodness. My sister is really in front of me. Bella, my precious sister, is alive.’

“God, how in the world…”

“Abi? Why are you acting like this?”

I was not at all affected by the way she showed signs of rejection, and then I fell out of the embrace with a tearful expression.

‘I’m sure. I’m alive, and Bella is alive. But then how is this place…’

Forgetting her questioning gaze, Taking a deep breath, I approached the silver mirror that was shining in the sunshine. My golden hairs were curled down to my back and my green eyes looked back at me.

Obviously it was me. My eyes, facial expressions and body are slightly different from what I remember about myself in my memory. It looks like I am young again. Probably around 15 or 16…

I was so stunned even when confirming that like a self obsessed person i continued to look at the mirror for a long while.

“Abi, you are behaving strangely. I am going to call Nickolas if you did not listen to me” i could hear her but i did not care, i roamed in my room as i touched everything like i had been touching them for the first time.

Those silk bed sheets, those carved statues, tapestry, motifs, this was my room, everything here was chosen by me personally. I finally returned to my past life with my memories intact.

Suddenly the last scene of my death in my second life played before my eyes like a movie and her last words rang in my ears.

“But there is a way, if you will save one more life, I can send you back with your memories intact.”

I was given another chance to live.

I turned as I heard knock on the door, there he was, my brother standing at the door and looking at me tilting his head.

And my eyes stopped on his face,

“What happened to you?” he asked but I did not have any words.

Could words be enough to tell him how i felt, how i was indebted to him, no!

I still gazed at the brown-haired boy with wide eyes. It feels so good to see him back. When I was running from the burning house, he was killed back then.

I looked at him with teary eyes, unable to utter a single word.

“See, I told you, she is acting strange.” whispered Isabella in Nickolas’s ears, but she spoke it loudly enough that I could clearly hear it.

“Are you okay Abi?” he asked again, furrowing his brows as he walked towards me and touched my forehead, to check the temperature.

I moved his hands away from my forehead and in the next second I hugged him, I hugged him hard, not ready to leave as tears started flowing from my eyes like a broken dam.

“Nick,” I said in a quivering voice and tightened my grip on his waist.

“Tell me what happened, I promise I will beat the person who made you cry, just don’t cry alright.” he consoled as he rubbed my back in a soothing manner.

I nodded in his arms and finally left the man to go, he put his hands on my shoulder and dragged me to the nearby chair and made me sit on it.

“Tell me, Abi. Why are you crying?” His voice was so soft, so tender, that words were failing me.

“Nick, she is acting, what could happen to her when she was in her room all day,”