Chapter Two: Realization

sunbeams snaking inside the room through the crack of the covered windows induced me to flutter my eyes open as I let out an involuntary groan. I slowly sat up straight, blinking my eyes once or twice to clear my vision and then it dawned upon me.

this was not my room.

my eyes widened as I let my gaze wander around, in state of alertness, I started analyzing.

the place I was currently settled in was nothing but an embodiment of luxury. even that would be an understatement.

the room was far too elaborately furnished like it was essentially an advert for home and gardening network. I averted my gaze from the cream colored walls, to the polished tiled floors, to the mahogany dressing table on my right, to the various maddeningly colorful painting plastered on the walls, and finally it landed upon the mirror in front...

where a petite women was seated on the softest of beds, resembling bunch of feathers, drowned in crimson sheets. she was adorned in an open necked lavender dress with young golden brown locks falling on her face.

this goddess was someone i wouldn't associate myself with.

i was a cop for goodness sake. this person in the mirror, whoever they were, couldn't be me. wasn't me.

my mind started screaming at me, racing through every possible scenario which could've led me in this situation. trying to find and jump at a conclusion but to no avail. all its efforts were futile as i refused to even recognize my own self.

that's when a knock echoed through out the otherwise silent room. it seemed hesitant, as if the person on the other side didn't want to disturb.

my pulse sprinting as i prepared my body for a possible fight scenario. my body stiffening, all on her own accord when gracefully, a young woman, entered. her dress was similar to mine except that it was contrasting green complimenting her milky complexion as she smiled, demurely, at me, looking up through her long lashes and even bowed a bit before stepping closer.

up close, she was a personification of beauty with her delicate features and i observed, not uttering a single word. Exhaustion in her expression was evident but sincerity in her tone when she sibilated, intent on carrying the peaceful silence.

"how are you now... Mrs. Laurier?"

I felt all air gushing out of me, I didn't even know I was capable of holding. my face expression akin to that of bewilderment but i kept my mouth shut. refraining my self from voicing out my thoughts and she proceeded.

"I know it must be hard for you considering you practically collapsed in the arms of Mr. Laurier , after completing your vows in your marriage ceremony.... just yesterday"

and that's when I completely tuned her out...

every other word falling out of her lips just dragging me into an abyss of darkness and fire, bringing me even more agony and that is how I'd like to describe my life, at present.

marriage?

vows?

Mr. Laurier?

sure there has to be a misunderstanding. there has to be!!! but the relaxed features on her face screamed other wise and I forced myself to take a deep breathe. throat feeling completely dry. urge for water increasing every passing second. I could've easily slipped into a lethal panic attack that very moment but the desperate need to get the answers to my questions prevented that from happening, being my first and foremost priority.

so I straightened my posture and whispered hastily:

"what day is it today?", voice teetering on the brink of flailty as I chided myself in my head, unable to comprehend, unable to understand the desire to know this.

"today?"

she smiled, and with a tone of finality and surity said "its 15th feb, 2025"

a white noise was all I could register. it all started making sense till nothing made sense at all. i couldn't decipher. couldn't understand. I couldn't even bring myself to ponder over this eerie transmigration, when I easily let myself slip into the pool of darkness.