2 Her Identity

Everything began when she met Elliot for the first time. After that, things started heading south. She lived with him and died alongside him, only to find herself reborn in a scenario where death is waiting for her a few minutes later.

Some deaths were caused by Elliot directly (for various reasons), others were not. But death was an absolute every time.

It was both traumatizing, and heartbreaking, but it was a mystery that she would have given the universe half of her life to uncover it if her life wasn't already taken.

Voices seemed to switch from and to white noise, almost deafening her. She willed herself to open her eyes, but it was harder said than done. This was new to her. It had never happened this way before. Usually, she would find herself conscious in seconds, but it was different this time.

It was as if someone had breathed her into her body, from her legs through her organs and up to her heart and brain, slowly possessing her and taking control over her limbs.

Diana was being reborn again, but this time — for the first time — she felt whole.

She ultimately opened her eyes, her vision clearing up as seconds went by, and she found herself in a bed that took half of the size of the room.

There was nothing special to mention about this room — other than the fact that it was enormous — it was clean and minimalist. It was decorated in a way that it gave the feeling of both spaciousness and warmth. The walls were white, and the floor was covered in beige carpet. A small chandelier hung from the ceiling and the windows were covered with two layered — white and gray — curtains.

It was extremely simple but at the same time, it conveyed a clear image of the owner.

In the time it had taken her to look at the room, she was able to get her breath in control. She had noticed she was alone in the room and that it was very quiet.

That had never happened. She had always woken up and found herself a step away from death.

She caught the sight of a clock, and her body froze and slowly started shaking. She got up from the bed — noticing how stiff her legs were as if she hadn't moved in a while — and ran toward the window, pulling it open.

The sky was so high and mighty. It was clear of any signs of stars. The moon was facing her room, and it appeared to be so big, big enough that it felt as if it was going to swallow her or that if she just reached her hands out, she was going to touch it.

And Diana just stood there.

If anyone in the garden had looked up, they would have seen this breathtaking sight. A petite girl standing alone in her balcony, observing the moon, her gaze filled with disbelief, almost as if she was worshipping the moon in her head. The rays of lights that descended on her made her appear as if she was glowing. Her hair silently followed the rhythm of the wind, going one way then another.

When she had finally came back to reality, she started fretting left and right in search of a calendar or anything of that sort, until she had found one.

It was Sunday.

She found herself on her knees, suddenly losing all power to move. The corners of her lips started rising slowly until she found herself laughing loudly. A maid outside of the door, that woke up feeling thirsty, heard that laughter and was startled.

Did something happen?

"Miss, are you alright?" Diana stopped laughing when she heard the knock on the door. Her head was bent down, surrounded by her silky hair and only her lips were seen. The smile turned suddenly into a straight line and she lifted her head. Her gaze was cold.

Because the maid heard no answer, and the laughter had ceased, she felt there was something wrong. "Miss?" she knocked once and when she was going to do it once more, the door was suddenly pulled open.

The maid was welcomed with the sight of her young lady, whose hair was messy and eyes were cold. She had opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, "I'm alright. It's already this late, you should go to sleep." Her lady had said.

Her voice was clear and fresh, giving off a feeling of fondness. If only it wasn't for the fact that the voice didn't match her miss's gaze, she would have believed her.

But the maid could do nothing other than nodding silently and going back to her room with a feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Seeing the maid going back, Diana closed the door and stared silently at the mirror that hung nearby.

Her face and body were the same this time - just like every time. And as memories slowly started to seep inside her mind, she discovered the name was also the same - Diana.

It was the situation that was completely different. Because now, now Diana had a full twenty-four-hours chance to survive - not few seconds or minutes, no. A full day.