with something what was related with my destiny.
“She will understand.”
“But it doesn't mean she will obey. In her place, I would just... die again in order to avoid pain.”
He didn't reply. I was wondered why. I risked and opened my eyes. He was staring to the road in which I couldn't see any other car. We were the only people in this darkness, floating in it like ships on the water's surface.
“You know that we need to find out why it had happened,” he said after a long pause. The woman nodded and I quickly closed my eyes. I didn't want to meet his or her eyes and kill their conversation. They thought I was sleeping. So be it.
“Yes, the star had to put her into a new body. Not to leave her in her old one,” irritation. That was what I heard in his voice.
“Yea, that seems really strange,” the woman agreed and made herself more comfortable in the seat.
“How do you think, does she remembers what has happened to her?” and now I heard curiosity in his voice.
“My previous souls didn't,” she said simply. “At least, not all of their life. Yes, they had recollections about one or another thing, but that was all; no faces, no names. I wonder too if she remembers anything.”
Both of them decided to close their mouths now and just let the silence surround us, although it could never win. The car engine was purring like a cat. But not that finally defeat me. It was that gentle and calming swinging. That was the enemy which was waiting for the right minute to strike. And when he got it, he use d it.
I was dreaming. This time it really was a dream, because when I pinched myself, I couldn't feel pain. So, it wasn't the reality. It was just some kind of product of my imagination. But was it? Maybe it was a memory which was hiding deep in my head, waiting for the right minute to be remembered.
The darkness was surrounding, hugging me like a mother her child. But I knew that this darkness and the peace, which I found in it, could never be my friend or anything good. But still, it was the only thing which I had... most of the times. Sometimes this friend released me and I could...see the light. I should have been happy, but the things which this light decided to show me, wasn't pleasant.
“ She is dead,” a man, wearing white clothes, said to my mother and father. They all were standing in the corridor where many people were buzzing around with their own business. They didn't care about a dead girl or anything else what was happening around them. They all were living in their own little words.
“ No,” my mother whispered and gripped my father's hand tighter.
“ We couldn't do anything. The car accident...” he started, but didn't finish, because my father shook his head, giving that man a sign to shut up. The doctor nodded, putting a sad man's mask on his face, although everyone knew that he wasn't really sad. He just ...had to be sad at that moment.
I nodded to myself and another memory touched my mind. Yea, I didn't die in school. I died in the car accident. I was walking home. It wasn't late. The sun was still hanging, barely, but still, it hung in the sky. I was alone. I was not far away from my home, when I heard a car which souped up the speed.
It was strange for me. So, I stopped and turned around only to see how a black and huge car drove straight to me.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. Pain, tears... sounds...blackness... But it wasn't the same blackness in which I was now. Now, it was... another kind.
“ Come here, little spirit,” I heard a man's voice in the blackness. I nodded to no one specific and tried to come to that person to whom this sweet and warm voice belonged to. “Good spirit,” he said to me and the light touched me cheek. “Now, follow that star,” he took my hand and put something on my palm. I looked at a white ball, which lifted up and flew forward.
“ Come, little spirit,” the light said. I shook my head. I didn't want to follow anything.
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Michelle Pace, Andrea Randall