Let me succeed in this life

chapter 2: Cyril Rebln

Sweat dripped down from my forehead down to my cheek, my senses slowly coming back to me.

"... What the hell is happening...?"

The room slowly returned to normal: the screams of hatred had dissapeared. My vision cleared, and the things around me had became normal once again. But those pictures have left a lump in my throat that I couldnt swallow. My heart was raced in my chest, my eyes darted through the room, and I felt my own lips quivering.

When I looked down at my fingers, I saw their trembling. A bead of sweat dripped down from my forehead onto the palm of my hand.

I blinked, I my hands touched the sheets underneath me and the blanket above my legs, the skin of my arms and the cheeks of my face.

I clutched onto the cloth covering my chest, panting. I wanted to check if it was real, if it was a dream.

With a shortened breath, A vein popped in my forehead jaw, I can't seem to figure out what happened, nor know what those pictures meant.

Those pictures, this room, my mind and body... Everything felt so strange! It feels like a nightmare. Like a dream or whatever that is! Hallucination or memory flash, I didn't care.

It must've meant something, anything...  I bit down on my lower lip in frustration.

Even my voice was different. Everything I'm my body was different. My thoughts were scrambled around, messing up my thoughts and sanity. I looked through my memories to find answer only to be left with nothing but confusion.

I have no memories of anything. Not even my name or anything about my life.

I can't remember anything other than getting stabbed. I forced myself, I forced my head to remember something.

My eyes went white in a flash, I remembered one thing.

"In your next life..." The owner of the voice quietly muttered the words, pausing for a moment before the knife inside me deepened until it was all inside my chest. "..I will make sure to kill you again."

The air in my lungs had seemed to stopped, my pupils shook. A cold sweat ran down from my forehead, it can't be true.

My feets moved by themselves and stood up from the mattress, I was desperate. I wanted to know if those words were real, if this was not some fantasy or any dream. That I'm still in my body.

The sunlight shined through the room and lingered to alluminate everything, It had allowed me to see everything.

My eyes had grown wide in shock as I took in the sight before me.

I stood in front a full-length mirror, eyes focused on the face it had shown. A bright blonde hair, silvery-white eyes, and a skin so pale that it looks like it belongs to a hospital patient. A body of a young man, possibly younger than me.

I.. Have been reincarnated.

Upon seeing this face, I felt like throwing up. Those flashing images might be my future; it wasn't some fantasy or any hallucination. There was a possibility that those pictures and words were my future and I can't ignore that.

I am destined to die.

I can't let that, I can't die again without achieving something. I don't want to die, I will not gonna do the same mistake again. I have to do something.

As I stared at the mirror in disbelief, a young woman's voice echoed through the hallways outside of the room, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes shifted to the door, following the noise.