Hello everyone. This is the second chapter of Reincarnation. Sorry if I took long, because I’m writing another story at the same time, and I’ve got a lot of homework to catch up on. Seriously, it’s not easy been in high school. Do check out my other story, its Scorose and Al/OC. Please do review!
CHAPTER 2: REMEMBER
Beauty made by Oakinwode @tda!
She walked out of the room that held so many memories for her soul. She could not remember anything expect the name of this body. Rhea Sanchez… such a beautiful name. Such a sad death.
She went out to the little garden outside. A little patch of dirt had wild daisies growing on them.
Daisies… wild in any season. It creeps on and envelopes the whole place.
Her name was a flower too. Rose. Rose and Daisy. Flowers. One is a beautiful flower, selfish enough to stay in one place. Daisy, on the other hand, is a wildflower. It’s not selfish like the Rose.
‘Excuse me?’ A woman’s voice snapped her out of the trance she was in.
She twirled around to see a middle-aged woman looking at her with surprise from the house next to hers.
‘Yes?’ she asked politely.
She smiled. She didn’t remember the woman. She wasn’t part of the large family, which is for sure.
‘Actually, Rose had to leave this place due to some personal matters. She left this house for me.’ Again, the lie came easily. Her soul wasn’t comfortable with lying, but this tongue seemed to have no difficulty with it.
The woman raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh, really? It’s really strange of her to just leave abruptly.’
‘It is. Trust me when I tell you, it was an emergency, otherwise I’m sure she would have told you.’ She smiled again.
The woman seemed to soften a bit. She didn’t blame her; this body’s smile was dazzling.
‘Oh, never mind. I’m sure she must have had a valid reason. What’s your name?’
‘Rhea. Rhea Sanchez. And you are?’
‘Margaret Maywood. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Hope you enjoy this neighborhood.’
‘Margaret Maywood. I think I know you.’ She was confused. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that she knew the woman standing in front of her.
‘I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know you or have seen you before this day. You must be mistaken.’
She blinked her blue eyes. Then it widened in the realization of what she had just said.
‘Silly Rhea.’ She chided herself. ‘Margaret Maywood would be in Rose’s memory!’
‘Umm… yeah. I remember now. Rose told me about you.’ She covered up.
Margaret seemed to buy it. Again, this tongue had no difficulty in it. No difficulties her old body might have, like the blush that will creep on her pale skin and the way her nose will flare.
Margaret smiled and went back inside her house. Rhea couldn’t stay there any longer. She got inside the house again and lay on the four-poster bed to wait for sleep to engulf her.
‘For the last time Malfoy, NO.’ she was Rose Weasley. Rhea knew this was her past.
‘Come on, Weasley. Just one dinner.’ Her heart did another one of those somersaults. It was the unnamed platinum-haired boy. Her soul had been protecting his face for the right time.
‘How pathetic can you get Malfoy? You ask a girl out to dinner, okay! But who did you choose? Me! The girl who you call by her surname! Rose Weasley, go out on a date with Scorpius Malfoy? Impossible. Daddy will FLIP.’
Scorpius Malfoy. The handsome face finally got a name to go with it.
‘Why do you have to worry about what your ‘daddy’ thinks for everything you do? Why, Rose? Little Rosie-Posie too scared to disappoint daddy dearest?’
She felt shock. She was seeing the hate between these two re-surface.
Rose looked speechless. ‘Did you call me Rose?’ she discarded everything else he said.
Even Scorpius looked shocked. That made the three of them.
‘I- No-Y-Yes.’ He looked down.
Scorpius Malfoy was blushing.
Rose smiled secretly and headed towards her cubical.
She was in the same room Rhea was in right now. She had a bouquet of roses next to her and dozens of letters.
Rose shook her head. ‘What on earth has happened to Malfoy? Going this far just to ask me out?’
She walked to the study and wrote a note-
She attached the note to her snowy owl, Pixie, and watched it fly away, a smile on her face, the moonlight illuminating her high cheekbones.
She was on the sidewalk of an abandoned road, looking at her watch now and then.
7:05. 7:10. He was late.
She twirled around when a man whispered in her ear.
She addressed them with familiarity, like she knew them.
They said some more things and laughed, making her face turn pale.
She started to back away in to the forest as they advanced. She turned and started to run.
She fell over a fallen branch and looked at the aught up to the men who had caught up to her.
There was no escape.
She screamed as the black-haired man stepped on her legs.
They left her to die in the bitter cold winter night. Her clothes were torn, no use at all to her shivering body.
A single whisper escaped her. ‘Scorpius Malfoy, your prank went too far this time.’
Her eyes closed on the harsh world forever.
Rhea woke up drenched in sweat, vivid in her mind.
She had a reason to come back. She couldn’t remember why before, and it had infuriated her. Now that she had, she wished she didn’t.
The emotions, they were so real. The anger she felt. The fireworks in her stomach when she saw him blushing, the happiness she felt when she got the roses, the impatience to meet him, the surprise of seeing the men, the fear she felt, the pain… oh, the pain! The emotion she felt deepest was the betrayal. He betrayed her. He played with her, toyed with her emotions, and killed the trust for anyone in her. She didn’t even trust herself.
She remembered her dying promise. They will pay.
And so they will. Most importantly, he will pay.
Scorpius Malfoy. Behind the beautiful face was a devil hidden inside. The initial awe she felt seeing the flawless face had turned to disgust and anger. Still, still, she can’t forget the love in her heart for that handsome face that lingers in her mind.
Not such an interesting chapter after that long wait, but I’m really sorry for that. She had to remember everything so that she can plot her revenge. The story is really going to start now!! ^_^
Next up: She looked at the blonde in front of her in bewilderment. She could handle the dreams, but seeing him right in front of her was too much for Rhea to handle.
‘Um… Rhea? This is my best friend.’ Al said.
‘Scorpius Malfoy.’ She whispered.
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