Death's Game - Episode 1

 

I thought I died. I knew I was dead. One minute I was in my black Lexus, off to school on my eighteen birthday. The next minute, there was a truck-sized dent in my car, pushing it on to the tracks where the train did a good job of finishing me off. Then I was on my bed thinking it was a dream.

As much as I would have loved to stick with my theory of it being a dream, I knew as surely as I knew my name that I had died horribly. The question now was why the hell I was staring at my reflection in the mirror without a bruise . Weird.

"Darling, you will be late for school."

This was downright deja vu as my mum called for me.

"I'll be down in a minute," and with one last look at my reflection I took a shower and got dressed wearing a black mini gown, a gold chain, gold stud earrings, and a pair of platform sneakers. Yep, the exact same outfit I wore during the accident, and even though I knew it, I was compelled to wear it. All in all, I looked boyish yet sexy.

I walked out of the room and ran down the stairs but slowed down when greeted by darkness ."Mum? Dad?"
Oh shit, it couldn't be.

"Happy birthday love!" my parents cheered, turning on the light almost blinding me.

"You are eighteen!" my dad cheered, walking up to me and engulfing me in a hug. He was tall, handsome with brown hair, hazel eyes and a warm smile
"Yeah, I'm eighteen," I said, though it sounded like a question

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. I smiled and walked over to mum, crushing her in a hug. "I love you both." I was sincere because to see the day you died again was a real eye opener. As I stared at the chocolate cake, my vision blurred, tears hung loose and I began to cry. I was never known for crying.

"Milianda," my mum's voice was soft and slow, "are you alright?" I nodded, turning to face them both with a light smile

"I guess I'm just too happy." It was the truth, not because they remembered my birthday but because I could see my mother's smile, her eyes that held that much love and I could tease her about her natural black curls while I had the smooth straight black hair.

"I know right!" She was excited. "Very soon you will be in college, get a husband, then have my grandchildren." she looked dreamy before my dad pushed her by the arm.

"How you have planned her life amazes me." He hugged her by the shoulders. "Now off you go before your mother starts preaching about sex." He shook his head with a serious face but I saw the laughter in his eyes and joined in as I walked out the door, to the garage, and my Lexus.

Being a curious cat, I wondered if I had missed the light when the truck made my car tumble, so I followed the same street, same route and stopped as soon as I saw the red light. I watched it switch to yellow and finally green before the exact same truck came to view. The same red painted truck that was chipped at the side, leaving visible specks of blue. The worst part was seeing the train that crushed me. I cringed as the memory came flooding back and sped to school, away from this insane nightmare, not stopping until my tires squealed into the school's parking lot.

I watched as other students parked and got out of their cars, all easy and without fear, just chatting away randomly until finally I got the courage to stumble out of the car with sweat on my face. Breathe in girl today is your day. Gathering myself I walked into the hallway. I owned the hall, after all I was popular although they didn't know how messed up my day was.

Where was my best friend when I needed her? I  sighed defeated and walked into the bathroom to retouch my lip gloss and eye liner when I heard moaning coming from one of the cubicles. Why couldn't people wait to get a room? I was thrilled; I was going to sneak up on them. Awesome.
I tiptoed my way to the stall. I could hear the sounds of flesh hitting the door, and then I heard the name Tom. "What the...". Must be another Tom, but the name got louder and louder and I couldn't help myself as I pushed the door open with as much force I could muster, sending the lovers scrambling out of the way. That's when my reality stood still as my head got a firm grip on the two who were f**king their asses of in the cubical.

"No, no, no!" I was screaming. Now I wished for death. The two people I trusted the most in the world were having sex with each other. My boyfriend, Tom and best friend, Michelle.

"Milianda?" Tom almost sounded worried. How cute, I wondered what he would use as an excuse.

"It's not what you think," and there it was.

I burst out laughing, clinging to my stomach as a tear slid down. I had gone mad and they looked at me just like that.

"Are you ok?" Michelle spoke.

"I wonder," I said, "let's test that. How would you feel if you caught me with your boyfriend? How would you feel if you trusted me and I stabbed you in the back?" I placed my hand on my head, attempting to think.

"I'm mad. Downright pissed "I smiled. "Please do go on," I urged with my hands and turned around with tears in my eyes. I was going to cry but not in front of them, so I hurried to class.

Happy birthday Milianda, I hope it gets worse. I heard someone whisper or maybe it was just me realizing I was f**ked.

Now here I was in front of Mr. Draught, the toughest teacher in school, who promptly handed me a detention slip for being late to his class. Normally, he warns individuals at least once before handing them a slip, but it seemed like today was not my day. I did think I regretted being alive. I quickly settled at the back of class as I listened to Mr. Draught teach the history of those who were dead roaming the earth till they are reincarnated as babies.

"Sir," Jeremy was up on his feet attempting to ask a question. He was all the teachers' pet especially Mr. Draught, who smiled and told him to continue. "Is it heard of, that one died and came back to life?" Now this grabbed my attention.

"Hmm. A good question as always Jeremy," the teacher praised as Jeremy preened, pushing up the rim of his glasses. "It is said that those who come back from the dead bring misery as well as purpose to their lives, but no one knows for sure," he concluded and the class went on, my mind lost to another cause till it ended.

On a normal day I would be with Michelle talking about guys or gossiping about other girls. Typical girl cliché, now I had to look after myself as I made my way to Math class, where Michelle and I first met. Urrgg! The thought of us meeting turned my stomach in a disgusting way.

I chose a seat at the front row, ignoring the special seat we shared at the back and brought out my writing material. I was ready to pay attention to the class I hated. The teacher walked in with a guy by her side an immediately I saw him, I froze, and all around, the girls began to whisper.

He was handsome, a blonde, green eyes with a chiseled face and body. He was hot, but that wasn't what froze me. It was fear, attraction and the feeling of death that clung to him. He was like me, I was sure and I didn't know why.

Class was done before it started, Mrs. Rose got a call.

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. An emergency call because she was out without a word and I had time to stare at the specimen who she had introduced as Derick Stawking. I had so much to ask and I knew he had the answers. Quickly, I gathered my things as soon as I saw him walk out. Why wasn't he interested in me the way I was drawn to him?

"Umm, Derick," I tasted his name and saw his body tense as I caught up to him.

"Did you die?" I blurted. I was always too forward. One quality I despised in myself.

"Yes," he said, smoothly turning to face me. "Is that all?" It wasn't a question.

"No, I'm sorry. I can be a pest."

"You are a pest," he stated, turned about ready to leave.

"Why are you so hateful? I haven't done anything to you yet!" I shouted. I didn't really care if I was making a fool of myself in the hallway, but he turned to face me all too calmly.

"We are bound."

"And what does that mean?" I asked to my better judgment.

His eyes narrowed as he spoke each word slowly.

"You Die. I Die. If that would be all" he said sarcastically leaving me to my thoughts of what he meant.