1.4

"Is this really a mobile phone?" I tilted my head, whilst sitting on the brand new mattress that had been changed over in my sleep earlier. In my hands was a slim, small screen that the System informed me was definitely a mobile phone whilst telling me how to turn it on.

Only, the mobile phones I was used to, were heavy and thick, with a bunch of buttons, a speaker, a microphone, and an antenna. The one in my hands was so flimsy and small with just one large screen covering one side of it and some buttons on the side.

How did it even work?

"Yes, this is the original Dianna's mobile phone," System replied, continuing its small lesson on Dianna's life. Unlike me, it had complete access to her memories.

Placing my thumb where System told me, my eyes lit up alongside its screen.

Before I could even look into these apps, which were short for applications, the screen changed showing the words Snake and a green and red phone picture below it.

"What, what do I do?" I asked out loud, almost dropping the thing in shock. It even vibrated, but made no sound.

"It's a phone call, you can answer it by sliding the green icon or cancel it by sliding your thumb over the red icon."

My thumb swiftly slid across the red icon.

Only when I tried to open the email app it began to call again, by the same person labeled as Snake.

Frustrated, I answered it this time.

"Hello?"

"Dianna, where the fuck are you? Fiona called me earlier, telling me… is it true? What happened? Why aren't you home?"

Looking back at the screen that showed only a picture of a green snake to accompany the label. "Who is this?"

The man's next words were caught in his throat.

"Dianna, that's not funny."

"I am being serious," I frowned, annoyed.

It was not my fault this body's memories were being so slow and vague to catch up to me.

"Seth, it's Seth."

Oh, the fiance. Well, ex-fiance. I was apparently a married woman now. And he was apparently a cheat, hence why I wanted to find those damn emails the ghost told me about.

System helpfully explained that I could put the call on speakerphone and still use the mobile whilst talking. Pleased at how amazing this new technology was, I followed its instructions and opened the email, listening to the man begin to rant about how much of a shitty person I was.

Once I accomplished the task I had set out to do, I tossed the phone onto the pillow beside me and lay back to stare up at the ceiling.

"What is this?" He finally stopped his rant to ask.

"What do you think it is?" I smirked, this man had sounded like an egotistical narcissist from the get-go. If only I could see his face as he opened the raunchy images of him and my new sister that I'd sent him.

"H-how long have you had these?" He asked nervously.

"A few months by the looks of it," I replied casually, rolling on my stomach to look down at the screen, "so you shouldn't have any reasons to contact me anymore right?"

"Look, Anna, I can explain," his tone changed sweet and gentle. A complete contradiction to the fiery anger he projected before upon finding out I had not only married another man but lost their child too, all behind his back.

"Dianna," I corrected him, disliking him using that nickname. That was the one only the nuns, priests, and kids at the orphanage used. Except for Eric. He called me Di, or little shit, terror, monster, brat, and so on…

"It only happened once. We were all drunk from Sam's wedding and one thing led to another, I mean, I'm loyal, I've remained loyal to you for four years, but, you told me to wait until we married, but I am a man…"

"Sure, whatever, but I am a married woman now Seth, so this call is a little, unnecessary."

"Anna," he bellowed, "divorce that bastard, we both made mistakes, I'll forgive you this once-"

I hung up the call, then followed the instructions from System to block him from contacting me again.

"I really fucking love this phone," I smiled, entranced by the powerful bundle of technology within my hands. Despite being smaller it was more powerful than the technology they used to land on the freaking moon.

"Honey, how are you feeling now?" The ghost from before caught me off-guard, making me yelp and roll back onto my back, whilst tossing the phone onto the floor.

"Still suffering from amnesia?" She asked, standing in the exact same spot as before, leaning against the footboard of the bed.

"Y-yeah, a bit," I nodded dumbfounded. Under the artificial light, she was even clearer than before. Like an actual person.

"Definitely dead," System interjected making my stomach churn.

"Your name?" I asked, pulling my feet away from her to tuck the heels under my bum as I hugged my legs.

"Gloria," She introduced herself, "I am your spirit guide."

A spirit guide?

"This Dianna has the same gifts as yourself, only, she embraced them and developed them," the ever-handy System explained.

"What is it you… do…" I bit my inner cheek with nerves, trying to stop the plethora of questions bubbling in my chest.

"Protect you from other entities, help you communicate with those you wish to speak with, as well as a few other things," she calmly explained, not bothered by my slight nervous hostility.

Letting her words sink in, I slowly lowered my guard, accepting her.

"You'll feel better soon child," she reassured me, similar to the voice in my head.

If I let my darker thoughts run wild, I would be convinced I was simply a patient in an asylum and these were just the two kind doctors trying to coax me into taking my meds.

"I, I know," I nodded my head enthusiastically, "why are you here now, Gloria?"

"I smell death lingering over you," she frowned, then glanced at the door.

To my surprise, somebody knocked on it.

"Don't answer that honey," she warned, her eyes turning colder as she glared at the door.

She did not need to tell me twice, I sat like an obedient child, waiting for the person knocking to leave. Only they knocked repeatedly over a few minutes, then the door handle turned, opening with ease.

Both I and the man entering the room froze in fright at seeing each other.

"Oh Honey, that's not good, that's the man who killed you, the Charlie guy?" She stood between us, blocking him from my view.

"That's not Charlie," I muttered, making the man snap out of his stupor.

A gun was raised and aimed in my direction as Gloria's image disappeared from view.

I screamed and ducked down, the bullet entering the drywall behind me silently.

Weren't guns loud? The one that had killed me had destroyed my eardrums just before I breathed my last.

"How the fuck are you still alive?" He exclaimed, striding over toward the bed.

Terrified, I jumped up and ran towards the bathroom door. But he was faster than me, grabbing my arm and tossing me to the floor, hitting my head off the bed's footboard.

Ringing rang out throughout my head as bile climbed up my throat.

I had just got here. I had already died once. I didn't want to die again so soon.

The gun raised at my head, but at the last minute, it tilted to the side, firing the bullet into the footboard.

"What the fuck?" He cursed, looking at his hand, then the footboard.

The room temperature dropped dramatically, to the point both of us could see our own breath before us.

The man took a step back, then fell flat on his backside.

Not one to waste an opportunity, I scrambled forward and tried to pry the gun from his hand.

This was the sight Eric saw as he ran into the room, the silent man following behind him.

They both froze in the living area, staring at the pair of us on the floor.

"Need a hand?" He asked, appearing to have calmed down enough to place his hand casually in his pocket.

"What do you think?" I frustratingly groaned.

"Silas," Eric spoke softly, so soft I almost did not hear him.

The man behind him raised a gun out of nowhere, shooting the man under me dead. Dead.

Shouldn't they have restrained him? Called the police? Got him arrested? Or better yet, tortured him to figure out who had sent him?

He could have done something, anything other than just coldly shooting him dead?

Scrambling backward, I noticed the dead man had even wet himself, prior to death.

Under me, he had kept a deathly grip on his gun, but his eyes were glazed over as if in a trance. Something told me Gloria had been the one responsible for that.

The silent man, now known as Silas, stepped over to the corpse and began searching his clothes. As I was too focused on the man who had just killed somebody, I didn't realize Eric was crouching next to me until his hand brushed the hair from my face.

"Are you injured anywhere?" He asked gently.

"Mild concussion," I replied, absent-mindedly repeating the diagnosis from System.

"Good, good, okay, can you stand up?" He asked, motioning to stand up himself.

I shook my head. My legs were askew beneath me, completely useless.

Not even bothering to ask if I was alright with it, he scooped me up into his arms sideways, resting my head against his chest. He turned my head away from the corpse, so all I could see, and all I could sense was his sturdy chest, where his heart beat calmly.

"Don't look, just close your eyes, it's alright now."