Shadows Of The Past

Chapter Two

New York, May' 2021

Last night she again saw them and it gave her the impression of having them seen for real.

The dream had been so real that she could still smell the flowers, feel the light breeze on her skin and the mansion was so familiar as if it was her own house. She didn't know if she dreamt; it was more that she felt.

Strange weird things do happen, but getting a feeling you have experienced something before was enough to drive someone crazy.

Her heart was still pounding against my ribs, she looked at the clock, and it was quarter to seven. Oh! I am late. I would have to miss my jog today and I hated to miss it. She thought to herself.

"Damn!" she repeated, she woke up with the same throbbing headache, her dreams – visions, whatever they were, always left a headache for her each time, whenever she had them since she was six.

It still had the same effect on her.

The strange sensation of waves stirred right from my inside out. I reached out for my water bottle, which usually rested on the bed side table and took a whole sip.

It took her few minutes to calm down; to realize where she was –

"Yes". She assured herself. The strong knot in her belly reduced a bit. It was the same wide beautiful room where she was coiled under the sheets beside she fluffy round bed.

She saw the cushions scattered around the bed. She had kicked them in my sleep – a childhood habit that still persisted. She slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

The sun reached her through the light curtains and she felt its warmth and smiled – it was pleasant. She took another deep breath to calm herself.

She would never understand why. She would never get the answer for this why.

Those visions, which she saw – made her feel uneasy. Killed her every single minute – trying to choke her.

She had tried hard to avoid them, not to think about them, but it always existed. She knew, even if she didn't see them daily, but she lived with them.

They followed her like her own shadow.

She wrapped her silk cape around herself and reached for her bedroom slippers and walked towards the extensive balcony that was attached to her bedroom to see the picturesque of the vivacious city of New York; which was shining in the morning glory.

Her grand three-storied penthouse having a set of six rooms each on both the floors – with a terrace garden and a swimming pool on the top was occupied – on the forty-second floor of a sky scrapper that dwelt on the streets of Park Avenue.

People looked like ants to see from such height.  She shuddered as always – looking down and went back into her room.

Her room – painted in ivory and purple, was very open and spacious and rich. She loved space and air and she despised stuffed and dingy places.

Her room very elegantly described her taste. Her mother had kept her personal likings in her mind while decorating this room.

She had very carefully, selected – all the furniture, spreads, linens, curtains and everything which her daughter liked. I smiled at the thought

It had all the luxuries, one would look for in a movie set. In fact, her mother made it sure their entire home reflected an image of the big screen.