New Beginnings

Prologue

STUPID! ANNOYING FEVER!!!

While my parents were busy enjoying a wedding, I was stuck in this huge mansion alone because of this stupid sickness.

Living in a mansion was great, not having to attend a wedding was even greater but not when the wedding was of my favourite cousin. And definitely not when this home felt like a haunted house because of the creepy sounds I kept hearing, courtesy of the horror movie I saw last night.

To divert my mind, I video-called my other cousin, so that I could see the wedding from here itself.

The second she picked up, I regretted calling her. She had a plate of yummy food in her hand. Not bothering to even hide her amusement, she kept eating in front of me making me jealous.

They were enjoying there and I was here eating this yuck food made for patients.

"Take that plate away from my sight. My mouth is watering, just by seeing it." I whined while the annoying girl at the other end laughed her lungs out.

Fortunately, after her laughing session, she did move the plate away and started the tour of the wedding.

"Look at the stage, it's so beautiful. Hey guys! Trisha is on the video-call, come and say hello," she called our other cousins who were gathered near the stage to greet me.

After hii's and hello's, she moved further and showed me all the decorations.

While talking to her, I noticed a spark nearby. Before I could warn her, the  fire started spreading and her call was cut off. The last thing I heard was her scream.

Tension filled my body. I stood up from the bed and tried calling her again, but to no avail.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I clutched my head tightly and tried calling my parents. I punched the nearby wall in frustration as their phones were switched off.

I needed to reach there. Taking my wallet, I started to move but my head started spinning.

Not now. My fever just had to decide this moment to show it's effects.

I gripped my room's door tightly to get a grip. Sweat was gathered on my forehead and I was having difficulty in breathing.

Gathering my strength, I made a last call to my dad's best friend who lived near our home.

'Pick up, pick the damn phone', I mumbled in tension as the phone kept ringing.

Before he could pick up the call, I fainted.

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This book is fictional. Resemblance to any character, place, or idea is purely coincidental.

All the chapters would be in Trisha's POV unless mentioned otherwise.

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