𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒

02 | Rebooted

𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗧

❝ If you ever move to the past ,  

what are the things that you'll wish to change? ❞

You suddenly found yourself sitting on the chair with the head down on your table as if you had been trying to take a nap. Your whole body felt peculiar, like a strange sensation was passing through you. Your head was pounding as blood rushed through your ears making your senses dull and you felt a bizarre pain in your chest ,something which couldn't be expressed through words. Your throat felt closed up as if you had been emotional and you felt your eyes moist.

Faint murmurs of a female talking in class resonated in your ears and even though you desired to say the way you were for a while, you couldn't help but take a look at where you were. 

You glanced about, disoriented, trying to piece together fragments of memory. You rubbed your eyes to clear the the disconcert before blinking it open once again.

Seems like you're back in the class.

You narrowed your eyes and focused a bit on the board to see what the teacher was teaching. In bold letters the word Renaissance was written with a white chalk.

So it was history period. And no, not just any history period. It was the history period you had attended a few months ago , when you were still trying to fit in. When you were still trying to figure things out. 

How was this even possible? How come you're back when you just died a few seconds ago?! The bizarre events oddly intrigued you even though you possessing powers off all the 7.8 billion in the world was an even more intriguing question. 

In all the chaos of the thoughts irritating you in your brain, one question stood out it most which was highly disturbing. 

Was it all a dream? 

Even though that was the most plausible answer you weren't very much convinced considering how it didn't feel like one. Right now your heart was racing a hundred beats per minute and your stomach churned with distress leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Your ears still resonated with shrieks, not only of the people you had murdered but also your own.  Could a dream do such things?

Of course not since most people forget 90% of them when they wake up. And you could remember every single second of it. 

Coincidence?  Definitely not. 

Zioro, he had extracted your Mana and given you a painful death. 

You glanced around only to breathe the air of relief. But how could you after he had done such a godawful thing? 

Your chest felt heavy with the betrayal of your best friend. Best friend? You doubted if you could even call him that anymore. He was nothing more than a traitor, a betrayer who used you up for his own good and in return gifted you with nothing but a broken heart and death. 

But if he had killed you... How was it possible that you had returned back to the past? Was it a vision? A glimpse from the future? 

You had no idea.

Then all of a sudden you clenched your chest with your hand, a sharp pain throbbing in. There was no sign of injury yet it afflicted you in such a bizarre way as if you were actually hurt. You closed your eyes shut tightly holding on to the bench with one hand as you tried to bear the pain. It was afflicting, it was agonising and you were trying your best not to make a sound and gather yourself attention.