Chapter 2 Second Chance at Life

Selena's POV

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"Selena?"

"You're.....finally awake?"

She said, her voice trembling as she looked at me in utmost shock.

Selena.

That name rings in my ears.

It sounds..new, and empty.

I wake up gasping for air. A sharp desperate inhale of air burns down my throat like fire.

My lungs are aching as if I haven't used them for a lifetime. The beeping machines pierced through my ears.

Each of them hammering against my throbbing skull. My whole body feels like it has been useless for a long time, it felt.. unfamiliar to me.

Like I didn't really own this body.

"Where am I?"

I asked. Parting my lips to barely speak, my voice barely a whisper.

"Oh my God." A soft gasp was heard beside me. Then the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

The lights above me are too bright as I turn my head, sluggishly trying to look at the woman staying beside me, but the lights are too bright they almost blind me.

I tried to move, but something shifted in my arm, I shook in absolute panic only to realize that it was just an IV drip.

A woman with wavy brown hair and piercing Hazel eyes pierced through me in shock, her hands pressed against her mouth.

Something feels familiar about her, but I...I can't really place it.

"You're at the hospital Selena."

"You have been in a coma."

"You've been in a coma for six months Selena, after the terrible accident you had."

I mean....

Selena.

"You were declared brain dead."

"We weren't even sure you would ever wake up again."

"It was a decision to either disconnect you from life support or just go keep hoping that you would eventually wake up."

She says, holding my hands tightly as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"It's....It's Vivianne. Your sister."

A coma?

"How did I even get into a coma in the first place?"

I'm confused about all this!" I yelled.

"How did the accident even happen?"

My head pounds, little pieces of memories attempting to come to life, but there is nothing but darkness. An empty space where there should be something.

Anything at least.

"I don't....I don't remember." I said. The words dying in my throat before I could completely voice them out.

Trying to pull away, but my limbs betrayed me, feeling too weak to even lift me.

"It's okay if you don't remember anything for now, sis."

Vivianne says, touching my hands gently.

"Don't push hard Selena, the doctors said that this had a chance of happening if you eventually made it alive from your coma."

"You have no idea how happy I am that you are finally awake."

"Damien would be so happy to hear this."

"Let me call him quickly to give him the news."

She said, getting up to excuse herself from the room to make a call.

"Who....who was Damien?"

Her comforting words don't even begin to cover up for how I feel right now. My heart pounds loudly in my ears. Anxiety creeping into every part of my bones.

There are no memories.

Hell.. my own name even feels like that of a stranger's, how come I'm supposed to remember who Dam....Damien even is.

The door immediately swung open with force before I could try to make out what was happening to me.

Nurses rushed in, followed by a doctor, all of them exclaiming in shock at seeing me, as if I was a dead body that had just resurrected.

The whole room turns into a rush of movement. Flashing lights, questions being hurried at me, even lifting my hands to check my pulse.

My eyes, even my reflexes too they were normal.

I grip the sheets tightly in panic, holding onto them as if they were my only hope. Vivianne stood beside me, she's smiling, but something.

Something... doesn't really feel good about it. The smiles didn't look genuine. At least I just woke up from a coma, but I could send something fishy when I saw it.

"You're going to be just fine. She says.

"You're back now, and that's all that matters."

What did she mean by back?

Back to what?

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Hours had gone by.

The chaos in the room is already dying down.

Doctors had run their tests on me to confirm if everything was fine. The nurses stopped gossiping among themselves.

And now.

I'm left alone in the private hospital room with Vivianne. I look down, staring at my hands which were still trembling.

They're still delicate, my perfectly manicured nails clearly visible as I admired them.

It was all elegant, but still didn't feel like mine.

Nothing about this body feels like mine since I woke up hours ago. I part my lips slightly to ask Vivianne questions.

She had to at least know most things I didn't, Anything. To get me out of this confusion.

The knock on the door immediately interrupted the moment, startling me before I could even react.

It swung open. A talk figure walked in, stepping into the room as if he owned the place. The atmosphere immediately changed.

Filled with something that told me this was dangerous- at least so my guts told me. The man standing before me is breathtaking.

Rather charming I would say.

His broad shoulders, followed by the tailored black suit he was putting on clung to every perfect physique of his body.

His perfectly styled hair rested on his back. But his eyes.

Those eyes.

It was... cold, and mysterious.

Sending a chill through me as our eyes got locked onto each other.

"Damien."

Vivianne says, standing up to welcome him as he made his presence known in the private hospital room.

I didn't know him...at least not yet.

But something deep inside of me twists violently as if my gut instinct were warning me.

His gaze settles on me. And then, the words he voices out shattering everything.

"You're finally awake after a long time."

"Dear Fiancé."