Rowena Roman

Chapter 3 Noah: Part 3 (Edited)

"When you saw me on that day I died."

Those words echoed in his mind, ringing in his ears. But it was impossible, sure he had heard of those who nearly died but were able to live in amazing circumstances or those who did in fact died but came back moments later that was something he knew of.

But Diana Rowena had died with her internal organs ripped from her body, bleeding heavily without the strength to move. There was no way in hell someone could come back from that and be completely healed within a matter of days.

"How?" he asked unable to stop himself. "How did you come back when you clearly died from such an injury?"

Diana didn't answer, not right away, she merely sighed before she did. "You weren't supposed to be there, if you had just stayed in your dorm then..." she sighed. "Guess it doesn't really matter now."

"You didn't answer my question." He said in which she merely looked at him in silence. "How did you survive?"

Once again she looked back out on to the campus. "I didn't," she told him. "I've already told you that I died that day or did you tune that part out? There was no surviving from that injury, I died it's as simple as that."

"But you... you came back."

"I did." she admitted.

"How?"

Another moment of prolonged silence, Diana merely watched the students below that chose not to go to their next class, her nose caught a whiff of rain in the wind as clouds began to form overhead; it'd rain later today or in the evening. Though it didn't really matter to her right that moment, what mattered was the question that boy had asked if only she knew how to answer him properly.

"I don't know."

Noah frowned. "You don't... what do you mean you don't know?"

Diana gritted her teeth as her hands gripped the railing so tightly she was surprised that the metal didn't bend from her grasp. She spun around ice blue glaring at him with rage teeth bared like that of an angry wolf about to strike and before he realized it she towered over him grasping his shirt and was now mere inches from her face. "Would you know?" she demanded. "Would you know what it's like to wake up every time you thought you died only to realize that you are still alive, even when you know you should be dead, to try to recall past events that led you to your death or even the year?"

Noah became quite, unsure as to what he could say in response, he didn't know what to say at all, but she didn't wait for him to speak she just kept going, a divulge of information that he knew he wouldn't be able to comprehend.

"I have died more times than I can count! I have been killed on the street by passersby with guns, and knives, hit over the head with a solid mass object, been thrown off buildings and impaled or nearly flattened on the ground. I've had my neck broken, my throat slit, stabbed numerous amount of times. I have been shot so many times I've had to carve out the bullets from my body because I would set off so many metal detectors no one would know what to do. I have been shot in the head my brains all over the ground and I still come back. I heal in ways you cannot imagine, you have no idea what I have been though. So when you ask me how can I be alive, and when I say that I do not know it means exactly what I say because I do not know. I haven't figured it out yet or even if it happens, it just does so leave it at that."

She let go and Noah nearly tripped over his own feet just to move away from her; intimidated by not only her harsh words but her stature. Diana was well over five foot seven and could tower over many of those in the school and how she spoke, the tone of voice held that of someone who was far older then how she looked from that youthful beauty.