Chapter 1: Suicide

When Luna was killed, Ginevra’s life turned upside down. Luna was her everything, not just a sister. The bond she shared with her was beyond the world’s imagination. When she tried to commit suicide, she found solace in the care of Emiliano who saved her from drowning. She later got married to him.

Then Luna returned in the body of a familiar face. Her mind is set on revenge that will either brighten Ginevra’s future or ruin it completely.

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~Ginevra~

It was still early in the morning. The snow was vivid, drifting drops of cold water on my skin. I got goosebumps, on my arms and face. My legs were already benumbed as I stood over the cliff, staring mutely at the ocean and across the valley. My eyes were red and aching. Blinking became a hard task for me. The painful sensation in my red eyeballs was more than what the cold was causing me. I stood there, finding it hard to keep my gaze because of the snowdrops, and shutting my eyes because of the shooting pain. My arms were crossed firmly across my chest, I was trying to blanket myself from the freezing temperature. It seemed my heart was frozen too, I couldn’t feel it beat in my chest. Am I dead or pained? I wondered in my head. Just once and the question echoed repeatedly in my head.

My skin looked malnourished. I was frail and thin. My skin was losing its vitality. My once glowing flawless skin was now blemished with hyperpigmentation. I was shivering. I had a persistent knot in my stomach, my stomach growled, fluttered, and prompted a sharp pain. Was it hunger? I don’t remember the last time I ate food. It has been water upon the water. I felt a sharp, agitated sensation across my stomach and all organs in my anatomy. Yes, it was hunger, but that doesn’t matter right now. I just wanted to end it all; the pain, the frustration, and now the hunger. I was quivering from the aches. To me, they have to be an end to all that I was feeling. The next thing that came to my mind was to jump. Yes, I got to jump. They have to be a soul in my body that’s causing me to feel all these awful things happening to me. Ending it was certainly the solution.

I took two steps forward. Courage surged through me. I let go of my crossed arms. I swallowed hard even though it was painful. My throat was dry. I wanted to jump but I couldn’t bring myself to lift my feet off the snowy cliff. I leaned forward, fear crept back into me, and my courage shrank. The voice from inside was encouraging me not to jump while the outer voice urges me to jump. I inhaled the moist air which seems to be blocking my nose from breathing. I exhaled heavily and then closed my eyes. I allowed myself to walk freely forward, taking each step after a minute. Fate has it, I stumbled over a rock and I found myself flying in the air. I was honestly jumping. My eyes were still closed, I couldn’t help but scream in fear as the wind blew me away. The next contact on my skin was water. So cold, I shivered. I was in the ocean. My head was throbbing with severe pain. I had hit my head against a rock in the ocean. I wanted to open my eyes, yet failed as I discovered I was slowly drifting away to something like sleep. Was I going to sleep in the ocean or die? I was drowning. I heard the sound of bubbles forming in my mouth. I had drank a gallon of water already. I never learned how to swim. Was I going to swell up, then burst? How do people die by drowning? Those questions only popped up in my head with no answers. My arms were spread out. My feet were neither touching the underwater nor was my head popping out. I was hanging suspended in the middle of the ocean.

As I tried to apprehend my present situation and anticipate what was going to happen next, I felt something like a wall behind me. No, not a wall, the thing that came behind me had arms that got wrapped around my body. Water mermaids? I inwardly gasped. As I gradually drifted unconscious, my suspended body began moving up the ocean. The sun pierced through the water to my face. Indeed, I was dead and the angels are giving me a flight to heaven. Whatever it was, till I woke up. That was all I could remember.

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After what seemed like ages, I was awake. I opened my eyes, blinking severally to clear my vision. My eyes darted around the awesome room. Yes, a room. The wall was painted with nautical blue and off-white. The bed I was laying on was soft, spacious, high on a plank of wood, and covered with white bedclothes while I was covered in a floral duvet. The vanity table was a distance away from the bed. There were beautiful artistic frames on the wall. One contained a painting with a blue ocean and a golden sun reflecting on it. The other was a forest painting, a phoenix was seated on one of the forest trees. The others were just paintings of ancient Greek women barely wearing anything. The one I kept my gaze on was the forest painting, particularly the phoenix. I have heard amazing stories about the century-old bird. A mythological bird said to be the only one of its kind, which lives for 500 years and then dies by burning to ashes on a pyre of its own making, ignited by the sun. It then arises anew from the ashes.

That was by the way, where was I? I sat up on the bed with my hand palpating my head. Why was my head spinning? I got a bandage strapped around my head. I was wounded. I got bruises on my left arm, and my right leg was strapped, too. My whole body was aching. Oh, my God! Why didn’t I notice? My dress has changed. I was wearing flared gown the last time. Now I was putting on a long sleeve button-down shirt with a pair of black bum shorts. I tried to get off the bed, but my leg hurts. I dropped my feet down on the tiled floor carefully. I forced myself up, supporting my body with my right palm resting against the headboard. I limped on one foot to the door. As my hand went on the door handle to open it, the doorknob turned, and the door creaked open, hitting my fragile body on the floor. I was now seated on the floor like a baby. My body aches, yet I couldn’t cry. A guy came in, crouching down to my level.

“Hey, you all right?” he asked, cupping my face in his hands, checking my bruised arm, my bandaged head, and everywhere. I sat confused, staring at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were awake,” he apologized.

I could see compassion in his dark, yet bright eyes. His dark hair was left to cascade around his shoulders, wavy short, and silky. His Roman nose was perfectly fixed just like mine, but more beautiful. His built, olive complexion body was stunning. He appeared immaculate. He had a strong jawline, prominent cheekbones, and full soft rosy lips. I would kiss them all day if he let me. I was busy gazing at him, I couldn’t look away. Was he the one that saved me? Obviously.

“Come on, I will help you,” he pulled me up, my right arm slid around his shoulders while his arm went around my waist as I limped along. He led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge.

“Are you fine now?” he queried concerned. His voice was melting my heart, so soft and gentle. From the way he just treated me, I could tell he was caring, loving, compassionate, and many more.

I shook my head. “My body hurts,” I forced my lips to utter.

“Don’t worry, I will get you pain-relievers,” he spoke softly. I nodded. “Just relax, okay? You will be fine,” he assured, laying me down gently on the bed. I ensconced myself comfortably. He gave me a reassuring smile and then went out. The way he walks, talks, and touches was just mesmerizing.

I waited some minutes before he finally came in, holding a tray containing some drug tablets, a glass of water, a cup of creamy tea, and some toasted bread slices. He placed it on the bed beside me as he sat down on a chair close to the bed. I forced myself to sit up with his assistance.

“You should eat and then take your drugs, okay?” he spoke out. I nodded.

Why am I nodding? I’m not someone to fumble with words, but today, I felt void of what to say. His aura was affecting me. Anyways, I got to eat, I can devour the meal at an instant if my throat permits me. I sipped the tea first, wow, tasty, but a bit hot. I put down the tea, taking a slice of the bread. I took a bite, another bite, then I cut almost half of the slice at once. Delicious. It was filled with eggs, I guess. I wasn’t aware table manners existed till I finished the five loaves of toasted bread in a minute. He was watching me, yet I didn’t mind. I was now licking off my fingers when I looked at him and our eyes met. I left my index finger in my mouth as I stared at him. I was now feeling awkward as I took my finger off my mouth and then looked away.

“Should I get you more?” he asked, drawing my attention back to him. I felt embarrassed. When did I become a glutton? I shook my head. I wasn’t full yet though, but I know what I’m going to be feeling next. Since I hadn’t eaten for what seems like ages, I will have stomach upset throughout today then maybe, normal tomorrow. I gulped down the now lukewarm tea. I took the pain relievers, too, maybe it might help with my anticipated stomach ache. He went out with the tray. I laid back on my bed, my mind flashing back to all the ugly moments I have been experiencing in my life for the past few weeks. I couldn’t cry, no more tears were left in my eyes. Before I dived deeper into the painful moments, I dozed off.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️

Hello, beautiful readers. This story is going to be full of suspense and mystery. I hope you enjoy my work. I will try to update as often as I can. Don’t miss out.