Chapter 2:
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My eyes shot open as my hand came down on my cell. I silenced the alert and turned onto my back. My vision was hazy—my mind was hazy as my eyes blinked against the harshness of my overhead light. I had fallen asleep while studying on my bed again.
Wait!
The events from yesterday flew through my mind. I had died. Hadn't I? A bus had hit me. Hadn't it? I raised my arm to inspect it for injuries; I found the flesh looked just the same as always. My heart raced as confusion coursed through me. What the hell had happened yesterday? Who the hell am I?
Tripping out of bed, I shot across the carpet, making my way toward the floor length mirror positioned against the only available wall in my small dorm. My hands moved over my body as I searched for the feel of broken ribs or a fractured pelvis. Before I had died, I remembered every single thing. I remembered the way my bones had crunched against the impact of the bus. I remembered the way blood had filled my mouth, tasting of iron. I remembered the way my right arm had fractured—the bone breaking through my skin. I remembered Edward's eyes as he looked at me for the last time. I remembered the cacophony of horrified screams before my world faded to black.
None of that happened, had it? Was it a dream? One terrible, horrible dream?
"What the heck is wrong with you?"
I jumped at the sound before turning on my heel to find my roommate, Alice, posed at her desk with a confused expression.
"Are you hung over, or something?"
"What? No!"
A shaky hand came up to run through my tangled hair before my gaze returned to my reflection. Had none of that happened? Was this all a dream? It had felt so real—so unbelievably real.
"Don't you have class in a half hour?"
"What? No, not today?"
"What do you mean…? Are you sure you're not still drunk or something? It's Wednesday. You always have Brit Lit on Wednesday."
She gave me a dubious look before she returned to her notes. With my heart in my throat, I slowly traversed across the carpet to grab my phone. My eyes widened as I saw the date: Wednesday, October 24, 2018. It was yesterday… I had just lived this day. So why…?
Shaking my head in disbelief, I searched for the alert on my phone. I found a statement from my bank, informing me I was overdrawn.
"Bella? Do you need to see the nurse or something? You have the strangest look on your face."
"I'm fine," I whispered.
What the hell is happening?
"I'm going to go take a shower," I said numbly as I grabbed my robe and headed to the bathroom connected to our dorm.
Alice hadn't stopped me. She probably believes I'm drunk. I turned the water to the hottest setting before I stripped out of my pajamas. I tested the temperature with the tips of my fingers before I ducked under the stream. My mind reeled as the hot water caused my skin to flush pink.
Did I get a second chance? Was it not my time? Am I supposed to fix the mistakes I made yesterday? Prevent my own death…?
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the shower tiles. Tears welled, and I tried to suppress them. I had been given a second chance. I hadn't died yesterday. For whatever reason, I was back.
I was back.
This time, I would do things right. Perhaps my regrets could be fixed. Perhaps all my mistakes could be erased. Perhaps, the end wasn't truly the end. Whatever this was, I would take advantage of it.
My phone vibrated against the tile of my sink. I didn't need to look now to know who was trying to reach me. It was Edward asking me about meeting with him later. Yesterday—or today, I supposed—I blew him off. Now, given this second chance, I wouldn't.
I can rewrite the past.
Or at least, I can rewrite today.
A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews so far! I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this story! Since this story is based off a movie I love so much, it's a joy to write. So, thanks for reading!
