Room 94 | Completed ✔️

chapter 29

Feeling a stong gaze at me, I tried to open my eyes but a severe headache told me that I couldn't.

I tried again, only to be stopped by a warm hand on my stomach, drawing small circles with the soft press of its index finger.

"Who the fuck is this?" I exclaimed and tried to shrug the hand away but couldn't move. I can't be paralyzed! I am not paralyzed!

The finger kept on drawing invisible lines and for an unknown reason it didn't tickle me.

"Am I dead? Is this heaven?" I asked. A raspy laugh knocked my ears, "darling, no one goes to heaven."

"Who are you?" My voice was demanding and fearless despite my situation. It surprised me because I sure as hell knew I was afraid!

"My name is Jackson," he said then I heard his footsteps move further from where I was laying.

"Who are you?" I repeated. Jackson sighed, "I just answered that. Next question."

"Jackson who? Have we met before?"

"Yes, honey. You jumped in my car with wide eyes and started screaming then fell unconscious," he breathed, "weird I know."

How come? Blake gave me a ride when I ran from the forest.

Why was I running from the forest?
Why was I running from the forest?
Damn I couldn't remember!

"Do you, by any chance, know why was I running from a forest? And how did Blake switch into you?"

I felt the pressure of his body on the bed and I inhaled his sweet aroma.

"Blake Salvador?" He asked.

"Uh, I don't know, yeah that can be him."

"Where is he?" He leaned closer and held my shirt collar violently. His breath was cold and even though my eyes were closed I could feel angry eyes on me.

"I don't know?" I answered but it came out as a question rather than a reply. "How do you know him?" He asked shaking me back and forth.

"Dude, what's your problem?" I yelled unable to move then started coughing.

My throat was sore and I felt as if I could spit blood. Vomit climbed to my mouth but never got out, which made me so disgusted with myself as I swallowed it back.

"What's happening to me?" I said to myself pityfully. Jackson's hands let go and I heard him walk away. Is he leaving me to die alone? I don't wanna die alone! I want someone to hold my hand so I can die loved.

Coughing once again, his hands held me up so I sat and my food came out as liquid.

"Tell me I didn't vomit on your bed," I prayed. He stayed silent for a while then answered, "you'll clean that."

I groaned, "I'm paralyzed if you haven't noticed!"

"You're not paralyzed. You're being reincarnated." He calmly announced as if he had just said the most frequent thing to ever occur.

He must have noticed a blank expression on my face because he added, "you're dead, that's why your eyes were white and you're vomiting. You're being reborn in another life."

Weeks ago, I was complaining about how the lonely-stay-in-a-hotel trip is stressing me out. In a few weeks, I fell in love. In a few weeks I met supernaturals.

In a few weeks I died, and in a few days I'll be reborn.

"Will I be me in the next life too?" I asked, done trying to figure out a way to change the present.

"Perhaps," he said, "perhaps you'll be reborn in the past if you're lucky or the future if you're luckier."

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Next chapter will be the last one! I'll update tomorrow because I have it written already.

Btw, I forgot if I mentioned Blake's last name in a previous chapter, if I did and you remember it please tell me so I can edit his last name in this chapter.

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