Seizing Sang Sorenson (A Ghost Bird Story)

Prologue

Third Person Pov

Sang's eyes opened as she awoke in a strange, white room. The last thing she remembered was celebrating her fortieth birthday last week, and intended on going to see the new foster family she was placing a child with tomorrow.

"Sang Sorenson... you lived a relatively short life, didn't you?" A mysterious female's voice said.

Sang sat up from where she was on the ground and looked around, but she couldn't see anyone else in the room with her.

"Yes," she answered. "But what does that matter?"

"Don't you see? This is purgatory, Sang. You are in a state between heaven and hell, not because you have done wrong, but because there has been wrong done upon yourself." This time when the voice spoke, the body of a young woman accompanied it.

She was like a mirror image of Sang herself.

"Mom?" Sang whispered.

"Yes, sweetie," Melody stated, placing a hand on Sang's cheek. "I've watched you grow into such a beautiful woman, and so many things have happened that I wish I could have been there to change. What your father and that bitch of a stepmother did to you was unforgiveable, and those boys didn't help matters either."

"Mom..." Sang trailed off weakly. She couldn't help but to picture her last moments with each of her guys, tears and boiling anger rising in her at the memories.

"You don't have to say a word, Sang. I saw everything, and I saw why did what they did. It doesn't make it all okay, but I know their reasoning."

"Can you tell me?" Sang asked softly. "Please?"

Melody shook her head. "I can't, Sang. Just know that they are safe."

"Why the fuck not?" She snapped.

"You've been given a second chance, Sang. A second chance to live your life your way, instead of through the remembrance of the boys."

"But...how?" Sang asked.

"When you wake up next, you'll be fifteen again and it'll be a month before you moved to Charleston, South Carolina. It's up to you to decide what you want to do with the information, but you'll now have the choice to change your life, for the better or the worst."

"Do I have to leave right now?" Sang whispered.

"No, but soon. The longer you're up here, the harder it'll be for you to want to go back," Melody explained gently.

"I don't know if I want to go back," Sang whispered.

"You'll see me again, Sang. It may not be soon, but we'll meet again. I died before I was supposed to, but it was all so we could be meeting here today. I gave up my chance to go back when I saw your fate, so you'd have the chance someday. This next lifetime, will be you painting out your own tapestry of fate; I can't tell you what it's going to be like because it is unwritten, but just know that you need to do what you need to do to survive. I can't imagine it will be easy, but I will be proud of every situation you make, as long as you're happy."

"Will I be able to remember everything that happened in my previous life? Will I even be able to remember this conversation?" Sang asked softly.

"Yes, you'll remember everything. But for the boys, they will remember nothing about you or about who you are. It is up to you whether you tell them, or even if you go to find them in this lifetime. Use your memories to your advantage, even the little Academy training the boys gave you in the beginning. Express yourself this time around, instead of bottling every negative emotion up."

Sang paused for a minute before speaking again. "Can I ask for one last thing? Just one hug, just so I can hold out until we see each other again?"

Melody nodded. "Yes, Sang. Anything for you."

She leaned forward, enveloping her daughter in her arms, and they sat there for hours, it seemed.

Eventually, Sang broke the hug. "I'm ready now," she whispered.

Melody smiled, placing a hand on each side of Sang's head. "You'll wake up with a headache, or so I've heard. Remember, my daughter, live for no reason but for yourself this time."

A blinding white light filled the room, and Sang closed her eyes, accepting her fate.

But, when she opened her eyes to a pounding migraine, she realized that this was actually happening. She was given a second chance to live her whole life.

"Sang, get down here. Now!" Her stepmother yelled upstairs. "These boxes aren't going to start packing themselves!"

Sang eyes steeled, and she was filled with resolve.

Live for herself, her mother told her. Well, she was about to do just that.

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