Chapter 2

Regina’s POV.

  I blinked my eyes open after moments of tossing and turning on my bed, the sun making its way to my room wasn’t helping as it was causing my head to ache really badly.

Finally getting the strength to stand, I opened my eyes properly to take in my environment and I was beyond shocked, this was my room in high school.

Why am I here? I graduated from high school a few month ago, Why was I now in the same room I stayed in when I still went to school.

I scanned the room properly and everything was still the same, the posters to how I make my bed and everything, nothing changed.

Was this some sort of a dream or was someone playing some sort of trick on me?

I closed my eyes and pinched myself as hard as I could in hopes that I wouldn’t feel the pain and would know that it’s indeed a dream.

I winced at the pain I’d inflicted on myself and blinked my eyes open at once, it was confirmed. This is real, I wasn’t dreaming and no one was playing any trick on me.

I closed my eyes as I tried to remember what had happened before but the only thing I could see was myself drowning and Jason attempting to jump into the water in order to rescue me.

I sprinted to the kitchen, it was decorated exactly like how my kitchen was back in high school. I spotted the calendar hanging off the wall, and I closed in on it instantly.

My eyes bulged when I saw the date. I remember this day, I had loved it before.

I remember getting a call from my best friend around this time when I had lived this day.

What the hell was happening? Could I be hallucinating?

I decided to wait and see if Angie would call me like I remembered her doing on this day in my memory.

When the phone rang a few minutes later, I had jolted so hard and tripped over air, scraping my elbow and almost getting a panic attack.

The caller ID clearly showed it was my best friend, but I was too scared and creeped out to answer it.

I had definitely lived this day.

So, am I reliving it?

And, why?

If one thing’s more confusing to me right now, it was the fact that I was still alive.

I’m definitely supposed to be dead. I literally felt my love draining out of me in the pool which Dean pushed me into.

What in heaven is happening?

On this day, I’d just gotten into senior year, what was happening? I looked around my surroundings in surprise and confusion as I tried to make sense of what’s currently happening to me.

  ‘You have another chance, make the best of it, make the right decisions this time.’

I heard a very voice say at the back of my mind and jolted in shock. I brushed it off after a few seconds, convincing myself that I had probably unknowingly thought that up .

But, then it happened again, and again.

As much as I tried to shut the voice out, nothing worked, the repetition of that voice was driving me crazy and scared. I tugged on my hair on both sides and let out a frustrated shout.

“This is not happening.” I whispered to myself, slapping myself as hard as I could in order to snap myself out of wherever I was stuck in, but nothing worked.

‘You’ve been able to go back in time, this is a chance for you to right all of your wrongs, this is a chance for you to get it right, Regina!’

The voice came again, only this time it was clearer and louder than it was the first time.

This has to be some sort of sick joke, it looked like I was stuck in a horror movie with no way out of it, I kept my eyes shut as hard as I could and I saw myself in school.

Laughing, chewing gum and bullying anyone that came my way as I walked to class, I saw myself having the biggest smile on as I ran into Dean’s embrace. I watched as we partied as hard as we could with Angie right beside me, holding my hands and singing along to the song playing.

I got scared when I saw the faces of the kids I’d bullied, the helpless ones, the sick ones– kids whom I was supposed to protect.

I was stuck in the memory as I watched everything I’d done unfold right in front of my eyes.

“Get me out of here!” I cried but none of the students at school cared, they didn’t hear me and suddenly my eyes cracked open on their own accord and I was in my room again.

I looked around again, one last time and then all of a sudden, everything started making sense, this is definitely another chance at life. I stared at the calendar and I remembered it was the same day Dean had first gotten into our school.

The same man who’d cheated on me with my best friend and had killed me, if I’m right and this is definitely what I think it is, then I have to act right.

I need to make the right decision, a second chance at life were just fairytales to me as I never thought it was possible to die and come back or die and be born again but now that it’s happening to me, I’m beginning to believe it.

I just have to at this point.

I walked to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked a little bit younger than I was during the time frame when I was killed by my boyfriend in his pool.

I cleaned the mascara smear on the side of my eyes as I picked up my tooth brush and started my preparation for school.

I got under the shower and my life flashed right in front of my eyes like some sort of play back as the water dropped on my head and down to my feet.

This is really a mystery, I literally died and went back a few years in time. I didn’t know how that has happened, or if it was even possible, but when I woke up, I was back in my room at high school,

I got out of the shower and made my way to my closet. After rummaging through my closet for some minutes, I finally decided what to wear. I picked out a black tank top and another black pair of high waist trousers.

I stared at that too for some moment, it was the same thing I was wearing that day, shaking the thought out of my head, I threw the clothes back into my closet at once and settled for a short plaid skirt and a tight shirt.

It looked like I was in a uniform but I didn’t care, anything to make me forget about the fact that I’d lived this day before and worse, It was the same day I had met and fallen love with the man that took my life.

The sound of my phone ringing jolted me out of my mind, I stared at the phone for a while, contemplating if I should or shouldn’t pick it.

It was Angie and talking to her was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t feel the excitement I usually feel whenever she called and wanted to talk to me, I didn’t feel any sort of bond between us any longer. The phone soon stopped ringing but started almost immediately.

Reluctantly, I picked up and Angie’s cheery voice came from the other end of the phone, she was excited.

“Girl! Where the hell did you put your phone?” She asked after some moment of screaming in my ear, if I could, I would strangle her through the phone in order not to hear her voice or see her face ever again.

But, I’m not like that, I’m not as evil as she is or— as she would turn out to be.

I almost cried when I remembered how I and Angie were. She always came off as weak while I was the strong one, standing up for her and picking up fights with anyone that would try to bully her.

We were literally for lifers. We were each other’s ride or die bitch.

I never expected that she would be the one to betray me like this, I never thought of her as one who had a thing for my boyfriend, I should’ve known.

The writings were clear on the wall, she’d gotten to know almost everything about Dean the very first time he’d stepped into the school but she was also happy for me when I told her I’d agreed to become Dean's girlfriend. If only it was genuine.

“Hello?!” Her voice came again and it was then I remembered that I was still on the call with her and I hadn't said a word, “Reg, are you Okay?” She asked and I mentally slapped myself.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry.” I apologized, she can't know that I’ve once lived this day, like I’ve done the coming two years. It’s a secret I should keep till I get killed—— Again.

And of course, I’d never let that happen.

“Reg, you know you can talk to me, right?” She asked, there she goes again, shortening my name and acting like she wants the best for me. I'd always thought she really did want the best for me but I was also wrong in that aspect.

Or perhaps she genuinely cared for me around this time?

I wasn’t even sure of anything at this point.

“I know, Angie, I do. It’s just, I’m dealing with something right now and it’s stressing me out.” I lied and I could hear her sigh from over the phone.

“Anything you wanna share?” She asked and I shook my head like she could see me.

“No.” I answered and she let out a small ‘hmm’

“Aren’t you excited?” She shrieked, about to state her real reason for calling, “We’re seniors now!” She finished and I let out a slight laugh.

“I know, right?” I answered, trying to match her energy but still, something felt really off.

I definitely wasn’t feeling any excitement like I once remembered myself feeling.

“Where are you?” She asked and I rolled my eyes before I answered, I just wanted her to get off the call at this point.

“I’ll soon be out, on my way to school.” I answered.

“Okay, you remember what we’re wearing?” She asked in a sing-song voice and I almost hit my head against the wall.

We’d agreed on putting on the same outfit on our first day of senior year and today being the day, I stared into the mirror at what I was wearing and it was nothing like what we’d agreed to wear, just like when it happened previously, I didn’t dress the way we’d both agreed to.

I was not going to wear the same outfit as the person that witnessed my death and did nothing to help rescue me, she’d slept with my boyfriend too!

I hung up and rolled my eyes as I made my way out of the house.

I let out a heavy sigh as I got outside my house, breathing in the fresh air and exhaling out the bad ones like some sort of bad energy.

I made my way to my old car and started the engine as I revved out of the building to drive to school.