I shall definitely save them

chapter 2

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My name is Alyssa, and I'm a well-known novelist. Ideas flow through me like rivers, so it didn't take long for my name to rise to the top, becoming one of the best among the best. But writing novels isn't just about inspiration; it takes time, patience, and hours of solitude. That's why I'm always at home. Not that I mind.

You see, my house is more than a place to live, it's a sanctuary, a personal paradise. It's a sprawling villa with everything I could ever want: a gym to stay sharp, a crystal-clear pool for lazy afternoon swims, a private cinema for those moments I need a bit of escapism, and a lush garden where ideas bloom as freely as the flowers. I even have an aquarium, filled with exotic fish gliding gracefully through their underwater world, offering me moments of peace when my mind gets too noisy.

With all that at my fingertips, why would I ever feel the need to leave? Outside, the world buzzes and rushes, but in here, inside my villa, I have everything I need to create, dream, and just be.

But my parents didn't quite see things the way I did, especially my mom. She's always saying things like, "You need to socialize! At least get yourself a boyfriend." Honestly, she had a point. The idea of having someone to pamper was tempting. After all, thanks to my novels selling like crazy, I had more money than I knew what to do with.

Aside from maintaining my villa and occasionally spoiling my relatives with gifts, I rarely spent much. And sure, I could buy whatever I wanted for myself, but even then, I'd still have enough money to last ten generations. Not that it matters, I don't even have kids!

That's when the idea of becoming a sugar mommy crossed my mind. It sounded... intriguing. I mean, it's not like the cash would run out anytime soon. But then again, if I barely have time to take care of myself, how would I ever keep up with a sugar baby? The thought was as amusing as it was absurd. I could already see myself stressing over date schedules the way I currently stress over plot twists.

So For my thirty-second birthday, my parents surprised me with a holiday package to Australia. I was thrilled, ecstatic even, and didn't waste a second. Before I knew it, I was tossing clothes into a suitcase, practically humming with excitement. It wasn't long before I found myself at the airport, ready for an adventure.

The flight was smooth, at least from what I remember, considering I slept through most of it. When we touched down, the excitement kicked in again, and I made a beeline for my hotel. On the way to my room, I passed a breathtaking garden, lush with vibrant flowers and exotic greenery. It was the kind of place that begged you to sit and unwind, but exhaustion had other plans for me.

The moment I stepped into my room, I barely had the energy to kick off my shoes. The bed felt like a cloud beneath me, and within moments, I drifted off into a deep, much-needed sleep. After all, traveling may be exciting, but running on little sleep wasn't exactly part of my holiday plan.

Strangely enough, when I checked my leg, there wasn't even a scratch. I thought it was odd, but I brushed it off. Maybe I imagined it? Shrugging, I continued through the garden, my focus shifting back to the promise of dinner.

When I reached the restaurant, I was so hungry I nearly ordered half the menu. But just after placing my order, it hit me, I forgot my phone in my room. With a frustrated sigh, I jumped up, determined to grab it quickly.

I hurried back through the garden, rushed into the hotel, sprinted to my room, and grabbed my phone. Without wasting a second, I dashed out and crossed the garden once more, eager to return to my meal.

And that's when it happened.

Out of nowhere, an overwhelming pain surged through my entire body. It hit me so hard, I couldn't even scream. My mind went blank, no thoughts, no words, just raw, searing agony. My knees buckled, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I collapsed.

The world blurred, and then... darkness.

I was dead. Just like that.

And now that I think about it... I didn't even get to taste my very first Australian meal. All that excitement, all that running around, and I never even had a bite.

Turns out, that beautiful garden wasn't just some pretty landscaping-it was a trap. A lush, vibrant, green deathtrap that lured me in and took me down before I could realize what was happening.

Ironic, isn't it? One moment, I was admiring flowers; the next, I was flat on the ground-game over. No final words, no dramatic last thoughts. Just me, lying there in some picturesque garden, thinking: So much for dinner. 🥲

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20 Oct 2024