The Reincarnated

Chapter 17: Mortals in Limbos

It was the pain that told me I was alive.

Not to mention the fact that all five of my senses still seemed to be working. I found my head with one hand and a quick examination uncovered a bandage above my right ear and another was across my forehead. It felt like my head was wrapped in thick annoying bandages. When I tried to sit up, I felt so dizzy, I nearly passed out again.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to look at my blurry surroundings.

The light that emanated from on top blinded me. When I finally cleared my vision after a few clueless seconds, my mind was battling about what to feel in the fact that this wasn't heaven. With these injuries, demise was clearly on my hands reach.

The room was coated in peach painting. I was lying on an average-sized bed. There was an IV plastered on my right hand. The room looked wide, but smaller than my bedroom. There was a lamp next to my bed that was on top a white drawer. A sofa was placed on the other side. The brightness came from the big chandelier up above.

I tried to call out, but my throat was dry. How long was I out?

But more importantly, what in the hell happened to me?

There was water on the drawer next to the lamp. I grabbed it and drank without another thought. It hurt to think. . My systems were working except for my brain. I wanted to remember but I was too drowsy to even wonder about the time.

I was on the verge of shutting my eyes when the door creaked open.

A man came inside.

No matter how messed up my mind was, I couldn't remember ever having encounters with him before. My head was waging a war against the events that happened, so I didn't have a say about my regards on his features. Brief description was available though. He was wearing a brown thick jacket. Another thing was quite noticeable: He seemed to be a little younger than my fa-

My father... my family...

My brain was squeezed dry. The urge to recall the events took over me. I need to remember.

"Your injuries are healing fast. That's great," the stranger took note after he looked me over.

"This isn't a hospital," I said.

"No, indeed it isn't," was his only reply.

"And you are no doctor," I bitterly comprehended.

"That's also true," there was a slight bit of apathy in his voice.

"But you know how I got here."

"That's right."

I tried to keep a straight face. "Give me a reason why I should feel comfortable about this."

He just stared at me for a moment with those blue eyes. "Do you remember what happened to you?"

"At the moment? No."

"Your memory loss is only temporary due to the bleeding on your head. You had a very serious head injury but it won't last long," he stopped before asking, "Do you want to remember?"

"I'll remember soon, won't I? No use keeping it from me." When I saw him nod in understanding, I braced myself.

"Your mansion was attacked on the night of your birthday," he stated.

When I finally draw comprehension on his words, a memory of the party flashed into my mind. There was me in a lovely dress. Me with Jill. Me talking to Cassie and Alex. Me dancing with Damien. I was having fun. I got drunk. Damien told me to stop drinking but I didn't listen. But then what?