A Clear Renewal

Chapter 1: The Story of How I Died.

Like everyone else, I was born after my mother met my father. And, like many others, they didn't want me, I guess, because when I was less than one week old, I was dropped in front of a catholic orphanage in the center of Seattle.

I hated it. The city, orphanage, priests, nuns, kids. I hated it all. I hated it for eighteen years. And then, I left.

I always worked hard at school, in the hope to get a scholarship in a college as far from Seattle as possible. I ended up signing for the North Carolina University of Charlotte.

That's where I met my roommate, Susan 'but call me Ann really, my grandma Susan was a bitch' Andrews. She was my first friend and the best of them all. We shared a Harry Potter obsession and a hatred for coffee.

Other than that, we were very different. Like, opposites different. She was the sun, I was the moon. She was beautiful, kind, smart, generous...

And she was crazy. God, she made me do some things...

Like walking through a cemetery in the middle of the night. "Come on, don't you feel like the Winchester brothers? You're the tallest so, of course, you're Sam. I'm the hottest, so I'll be Dean." She had said, the first time she made me do it. Because there was more than one time. Of course.

When, four years after our meeting, I got in her car, I hadn't thought it would be the last time I saw her alive.

I would have done something, stopped us before we got into that car. Maybe I would have taken the wheel in her place. For sure, I wouldn't have let her touch the radio that much. Or something, anything.

But we got in that car, and she took the wheel. I was searching for something to eat in the glove box, laughing as Ann was changing the music every two seconds. I didn't see the truck coming, neither did she.

For one whole minute, my world was twirling with light and shattered glass and red- no, blood, it was blood.

And then, the twirling stopped. But not the blood and the pain. And the noise. God, the noise. I wanted to cry and to scream, but my eyesight was blurred and my voice wasn't responding. Or maybe I screamed, I don't know. I lost consciousness too, maybe.

When I was able to think straight again, Ann was the only thing I could think of. The car was lying on its side, my side was on the floor, and Ann's was up. When I turned my eyes and saw her, I knew she was dead. It doesn't mean I believed it. I screamed her name, I screamed until I lost my breath, untangling my seatbelt in the process, and crawled over to her body.

At the time, a voice in my head reminded me to not move a victim's body after a trauma. I was cautious to not move Ann too much. The voice added that I was a victim experiencing a trauma, too. I didn't listen, this time.

I lost consciousness after I took her wrist, and didn't find a pulse.

When I woke up, I was on a stretcher surrounded by two paramedics. And there was another stretcher, but the paramedics there were closing a big, black bag. I screamed Ann's name, fighting against the paramedic who tried to make me breathe into a mask. The other man grabbed my hands while the first one finally put the mask on my face, whispering that he was sorry.

This is the story of how I died.

I don't know much after that, I don't know when or where I died, exactly. That could have been in the ambulance, or the hospital, anywhere after I realized that Ann was dead.

But unlike Ann, I didn't get to stay dead.

Well, I was dead, but now I was alive. That didn't make any sense, I know.

For a long time, nothing made sense to me, too. I thought that I was in a hospital, wavering between unconsciousness and a short time of blurry consciousness. And, well, in a way, I was right.

I finally got to stay conscious for long periods. The world wasn't as blurry anymore and I finally was able to see my hands again. My tiny, teeny hands.

It took me an embarrassing amount of time to understand what was happening, and when I did, I cried. Hard. Because, yeah. I hated my first time as a baby, why would I like the second?

In hindsight, I now know that I was wrong. My second childhood was way better than the first.

I had a family.

A mother, a father, and a twin sister.

With time, I slowly mourned my previous life, decided to live this life fully, without thinking too much about the first one. Even if I couldn't bring myself to erase Ann from my memories, she will always have a place in my heart.

My life was turned upside down again when I was eight years old, and mom took us, me and my sister, in the woods by our Lake's cabin to teach us how to use a bicycle without the training wheels.

Because I had seen that before.

I had already seen Liz Forbes let off of Caroline Forbes' bicycle with a proud smile.

On a screen.

While she was dying.

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A/N: Hey! It's my try at the SI-Insert trope in the TVD universe. It will probably be Klaroline later. I first posted it on FFNet and AO3, and I decided to post it here to because, why not? I hope you loved it, don't hesitate to tell me what you thought! 

The chapter was beta'ed by WinchesterGurl1967 (on FFNet). Thank You to her!

Stay safe!

XxxX Miss Dragonish