Second Chance, Second Life

Elinor was awakened by the loud noise of her alarm clock; she reached out for her phone on her bedside table and stopped it from ringing. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling absentminded

Then her eyes widened from shock!

"Why am I here!?" She voiced out loudly

I remember I was boarding a plane to go away from this house.

She looked at her phone, six o'clock in the morning, 17th day of March 2048

Elinor dropped her phone from shock, March 17, 2048

"As far as I can remember, this was supposed to be March 17, 2053, and not 2048."

Elinor tried to recall everything

March 17, 2053

"Elinor, are you done preparing? Don't forget to make yourself seductive; I heard Mr. Fred like young women with seductive demeanors; you are holding the fate of this family, our business, so don't you dare to embarrass us in front of him, okay?"

Elinor's eyebrows twitched, she wanted to refute, but she was afraid to do it. Her brain is telling her that she has to do it for the sake of her family even if the price is her life, but her heart is telling her not to do it and free herself from the shackles bounded by her family.

I have a 10-year-old brother; My Mother died when she gave birth to my brother; I have to protect him; he did not need to know the hardships I am experiencing; I have to do this.

We were wealthy because of my father's addiction to casinos. We were left with nothing, not even a penny.

My stepmother is no good either; she spends a lot of money; all her things were from well-known brands.

I tried stopping my father from his addiction, well his addiction only started when my mother died. He was devastated.

"Victoria, can I use the comfort room? I need some retouch" I lied to my stepmother; the truth is I am planning to go away, to leave them.

I ran, I ran even if I'm having a hard time breathing, I still kept running. I promise to get my brother when I have the power to protect him. Your sister is sorry for being selfish.

We are here at the airport, and we plan to go to Country Y to meet my 'soon to be husband.'

Little did they know, I changed my flight, and the place I'm going to

I will find myself in the Z Country, and I will live my life the way I wanted.

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"Brace yourself, passengers, I am afraid we can't do anything anymore. I am sorry," the pilot of the plane said

Will I die here?

Is this what I call freedom?

No, I refuse!

This is not the kind of life I want. I am not able to accomplish anything; I can still go on, but why am I experiencing this? Why do I have to die miserably? Why did I board this plane? Why did I go overseas?

Right, I was trying to run away from my problems, my family trying to push me with a man three times my age, running away from everything.

And because of this accident, I end up running away forever.

Is this what I want? I refuse! I want to keep living! I want to experience all things I failed to share when I was with my family. I want to live my life the way I want to

I tried to keep my eyes open as much as I can, afraid of not having it available again, but no matter how hard I try to keep it open, my eyelids become tired.

I stopped resisting; I voluntarily closed my eyes with a thought

"I wish I can have a second chance to redo everything."

It was complete darkness; I can't seem to calm down, as if I'm losing a large amount of oxygen, and when I opened my eyes, everything changed! I came back to the past! Five years!

I can still change the past.

I can change everything.

I am happy to have this chance, but why do I feel something's missing? Why do I think I forgot something significant?