[CHAPTER 1] — DEAR DIARY, I MIGHT BE DEAD
Somewhere between life and death , I lost myself . but the truth ? it was never about finding myself – it was about surviving the lies .
It all started with a song –' all that remains'-blaring from the radio like some melody made my skin crawl
And then –
The headlights
A sharp curve , screeching tires. The steering wheel jerked . a scream . mine?
Then silence
I woke up – not even in the hospital . not in heaven . not even in flames ( which was slightly disappointing considering my sins). I checked , no scratches, no bruise and no damage to my car(thanks though) , as if nothing happened or something happened that never meant to .
Then the phone buzzed
I looked up . no signal , but a notification popped: 'you made it'.
made it where? Starbucks? Therapy? Prison? Not that I go .
then I saw it – a shop , tiny tucked between buildings that hadn't existed before . no name, just a sign that flickered in and out of : 'rewind/rewrite/regret.'
I waked in – not because I was curious. Ok I was. But also, I m stuck in a town that doesn't serve caffeine.
The bell above the door didn't ring instead, it whispered. 'your'e early'
Inside , the only thing that caught my eye is the pendent. I reached for it , and the old women behind the counter-who nodded like she had been expecting me
'You'll need that', she said . 'to see the cracks'
I laughed. 'Cracks in what?' . she blinked slowly. 'Your memory.' I wore it anyway ,
Then I saw him - Zane
' hey ', he said . I blinked, gave him the tiniest smile.
| If the devil wore denim and knew to lean properly, it'd be him |
' lost?' he asked, voice dipped in charm. 'or running from something' .
| Funny. He looked exactly like the type of guy I used to warn myself about. Maybe that's why I didn't run. |
I rolled my eyes. 'Both. Maybe neither. Who are you?'
He smiled, 'just someone who prefers answering question... with more question.'
|Ugh. philosophical. Attractive
Dangerous combo|
We walked . he said he did 'been around'. Never told me where. Just kept talking as if we have meet before.
|Strange right, the guy I don't even know kept talking to me and honestly? I did not mind |
As we passed a bakery I saw something odd in the window- a journal that looked exactly as mine. It was open. On a page, I didn't remember writing it though.
'He lied once. He will lie again. But who is the he?'
I turned around the journal was gone.
I wanted to scream, but I did not realise what is wrong in that crash , 'I should have died in that accident, but someway, I am still here or am I ?'
I think universe forgot to kill me properly , but if its true? at least, the devil has the attractive cheekbone.
Zane turned to me, his smile softening.' You are lucky , you know?' Why? ,I asked. He looked up at sky- and whispered,
Because, not everyone gets to come back.... Twice