Chapter 2 - Free From The Past (1/2)
The darkness had surrendered as the sun rose as a canopy of gold, blooming like a flower in the horizon. Every tinge of dark charcoal slowly changed its color to vibrancy. It was the break of dawn... Dawn of endless possibilities, new hopes and a desire to make those dreams come true which the previous night had left behind.
In the white linen sheets, a tall and slender body stretched before rolling out of the comfortable sheets to pull the thick curtains. A pair of light honey-brown eyes slowly opened to blink towards the sun. The sun of this very day which she wasn't once promised.
She let that moment to sink in, to soothe her very core with those nascent rays that softly caressed her skin. She was fascinated by the beauty of this tranquility that seemed to have filled her and the warmth that she felt, reminding her once again that... She was still alive.
Trudging towards the bathroom, she stopped in her track as her gaze fell on the reflection in the mirror that stood tall beside her closet door. She stepped closer and tucked those long brown hair behind her ear.
The girl in the mirror didn't look anything like her previous self. Those honey-brown orbs were a complete contrast to her raven ones. The rosy lips, smooth, clear, and delicate skin of her face wasn't like hers either which had to survive through thick make-ups for more than a decade.
They say, After every painful ending, a new beginning is promised. She never expected that she would get a chance to have a new beginning as well.
And she got her new beginning when she woke up in this body five years ago. But even after spending five years in this body, she couldn't bring herself to call it her own. However, she was on the pursuit of making this life hers.
Life was heavy for her once and she eventually lost the strength to carry its burden. One would think that a shattered heart would weigh lighter but who knew that each shattered piece would weigh down on her soul like a tremendous boulder. It weighed her down so much that she eventually let herself fall to her death.
Standing under the showerhead, she let the warm water comfort her broken self.
After a warm shower to start the day, she dressed up in a white colored high waist sailor bell bottoms with a beige colored full sleeve blouse. She wore a pair of elegant slip-on pumps and a golden watch on her wrist matching it with the golden buttons of her blouse.
With her long hair tied up in a professional bun, she picked up her purse and wore the thick-rimmed glasses before leaving her room with only one thought in mind, 'Let's pick up another piece of our heart today to start over. Fighting!'
It had become a routine of hers to remind herself that she needed to start over and for that she needed to free herself from her past life. And to free herself, she had to pick each little piece of her heart that was cast away. Because by only freeing herself, she could hope for a better future. With the painful experience of death once, she had learned what happy ending truly was; it was just moving on.
In the past five years, her only motive in life was to move on.
But as soon as she entered the living room, a strong stench of alcohol assaulted her senses making her cough. She looked around only to find the previously elegant looking hall to turn into a garbage den. Empty wine bottles littered the floor along with empty ice-cream boxes and plenty of other junk food packets.
She rubbed the space between her brows and sighed out while shaking her head. The look of the living room was enough to tell her the tale of what conspired here.
Placing her purse on the dining table, she trotted up to the couch and found that beautiful Latina sleeping in a very unladylike posture with her one leg dangling down.
She pulled the soft throw blanket which was half-tucked under that gorgeous woman's body making her fall with a 'thump' on the thick carpet.