Coming Back

Chapter 1- The red life...

I wake up in a warm and cosy bed with fuzzy pink sheets... Beside me I see a book... It opens... the colour red beams on my face and it says 1st life is gone... What does it mean by 1st life?

Day 5

I rush to the closet mirror. I am a faint transparent red and in a younger body... I ran down the stairs to see what seemed to be a living room... Nothing much though, just a few cockroaches, the place looked old but visited recently.

I see the door handle turn and then... It was someone who claimed to be my old friend... Reggie. We chatted and then the big question came up...

"So why don't you remember me?"

Day 6

I go back downstairs the next day. The door handle turns on its own again.

My old friend is there.

"You still haven't answered my question!" said Reggie, and stamped his hand on the table.

"I... You wouldn't understand,'' I said.

"Willow... I've been in the police force for 30 years, there's nothing I haven't seen before," said Reggie.

"Well, have you seen any cases for people who have died and come back in a 40 year old's body!?" I cried. "That's... Not... POSSIBLE!"

Day 7

Reggie takes me to the police station. He asked every police officer he knew about my case. Nobody knows anything about it. I wonder if... maybe I'm supernatural...

Day 8

OK. So, I'm back to the living room where I started. The fuzzy pink sheets have become torn and scruffy. The book! Oh, where is the book...

Oh, there it is...

The cockroaches have multiplied, and the pretty velvet couches are now hairy and infested with cockroaches... What is going on...?

I try to look at myself in the mirror. The mirror is shattered, BAD LUCK!!! What should I do...

Day 9

I am looking for something like a smartphone... or a Google, or something to search on. I found a dead battery, a few cockroaches, and a tarantula, OH GEEZ! I hate spiders... Ugh... What should I do...

Oh. Finally, a... a... what is that, a jigsaw puzzle, well. At least I have something to entertain me...