Chapter 2

Avery’s POV

I unintentionally licked my lips when I felt the taste of something insanely sweet on my tongue. It came again and again while I licked it off, without caring what it was.

My eyes were still closed, and I was still caught up in that subconscious state between sleep and life, but then, when I heard someone’s throaty chuckle sounding a little too close to my face, I snapped my eyes open and sat up quickly as soon as I saw a girl’s big brown eyes widen at me.

I was supposed to be dead, wasn’t I? and supposed to be in the afterlife right?

So what the fuck was I still doing in my old room while Shannon stared at me with a confused expression on her face?

“Why do you have such hairstyle on your head, it’s outdated.” I muttered to Shannon who stared at me like I’ve lost my mind while she began chuckling uncontrollably.

“What?” I snapped.

“What not? You say a hairstyle is outdated, yet you have it on your hair yourself… What the hell is wrong with you?” She replied with a laugh.

At her utterance, I quickly jumped off the bed, staggered over to where my vanity mirror was at a corner of the room and gasped when I saw my reflection in the mirror.

This has to be a joke…!

I looked younger. Way younger and in fact I could easily pass for an eighteen year old. I heard Shannon speak up from behind me but I didn’t know what to say to her, I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

As if in a daze, I trudged back to bed and began yanking everything my hands could touch on its surface ranging from the pillows and bedsheets to the other irrelevant stuff on it in search of my phone.

“Are you okay? Are you sick?” I heard Shannon call out frantically from behind me but I ignored her, went over to my drawer and began throwing out its contents onto the floor.

Shannon’s expression went from worried to afraid in the twinkle of an eye and before you knew it, she was already beginning to yell at me.

I breathed out a relieved sigh when I finally found my phone tucked away in the midst of some of my clothes. I quickly picked it up and at first gasped at the type of phone it was.

This was the one I used a few years ago…it’s even supposed to be spoilt right now.

Pushing away thoughts of the phone to the back of my mind, I quickly turned it on and gasped when I saw the days date and time boldly inscribed on its display screen.

“11:43 am… Saturday, April 2016!” I murmured, watching the phone as it slipped out of my hands and fell to the floor, making a loud smashing sound in its wake.

This ought to be some silly joke!

I heard Shannon call out to me frantically but I couldn’t talk, didn’t have it in me to talk. All these were a little too overwhelming; me coming back in time was overwhelming and not even knowing how it happ shocked me even more.

It felt like a dream come true but also felt like a nightmare altogether. I didn’t know what to do.

I slowly slid to the floor, sprawling as I had no more strength left in me.

From a distance, I heard Shannon screaming, but surprisingly, it sounded distinctly like music to my ears and I focused on the music until nothing else mattered.

My eyes slipped closed on their own accord, and again everywhere went dark for the nth time in two days.

***

I distinctly remember dying in the hospital bed after the doctor had carried out Erik’s orders and had disconnected the several life supports from my body, and then I also remembered waking up to a beautiful middle aged woman who had talked about some gibberish about life and death.

But now that I thought of it, it’s quite obvious now that that woman’s the one responsible for what was happening to me.

I could remember how pretty she was, and how majestic she walked; it almost seemed like a dream.

She had told me that she was the moon goddess and I had scoffed, telling her that I was a descended angel myself but she’d ignored my sarcasm.

She’d also said something about me being a descendant of her friend who had come to earth in the form of a human and had fallen in love with a human, thus giving birth to my great grandmother.

She talked about wanting to allow me to go back to earth even after my death because I was a descendant of her so-called friend and also because she wanted to use me as a weapon against evil.

The evil being Erik himself.

I wondered what he must’ve done to make the moon goddess so pissed at him that she literally had to hire me as a kind of hit man or hot woman, or whatever you’d want to call it in my case; but right now I didn’t care.

All I cared about was a way to go through this whole phase, to carry out this facade of being an eighteen year old when in my past life, I was already a few months close to 22.

I didn’t know exactly why the moon goddess had sent me back to earth, but I was sure I was going to properly make use of this opportunity.

I would take my revenge on Erik, but first, I must find out why he had decided to kill me shortly after I had just given birth to our daughter…

***

My head quickly snapped in Shannon’s direction when I felt her shaking me vigorously. She looked like she was frustrated but at the same time, tried to reign her anger in.

“You’ve been sitting there for quite a while now..” she said softly, even though her eyes didn’t hold that much softness that her voice portrayed.

I nodded, shrugged and then whispered; “I’m fine.”

“You’re not, you’ve been acting quite strange for a while.” She muttered.

I looked down at her softly, contemplating whether I could confide in her about what had happened to me. She was my best friend and confidant; and even my adopted sister too for that matter.

As soon as I opened my mouth to talk, I couldn’t find the words. It felt as though some stronger forces had seized my tongue and I quickly shut my mouth up, shaking my head as a new kind of dread ran up the length of my body.

“Okay let me take you somewhere then.” She said gleefully, extremely oblivious to the secret war I was fighting within myself and I could only nod as words couldn’t form.

Realization struck me that this was the day; The day I had found out that Erik, my childhood sweetheart, was my mate.

In my past life, I had been so happy about the news and had literally beamed with joy at the prospect of having a mate; and to think that he was my friend, and the son to my father’s Beta simply made it more exciting.

This time, I felt nothing at all, not even the tiniest of feelings.

I couldn’t help but think that Shannon also had a hand in all of my misfortunes but I sealed my mouth shut, simply nodded my head and let her pull me into my walk-in closet.

One thing was certain, and that is the fact that I wouldn’t spare anyone this time if I found out that they had a hand in my previous death,

…not even Shannon.