The Villainess Fierce Revenge

Tick tock It was that sound Tick tock That woke me up Tick tock In the misery that I am in Tick tock I opened my eyes Tick tock I reach my bloody hands Tick tock Until I grasp that pocket watch Tick tock Then Darkness Consumed me. I DIED; I know that it happened to me, I can still feel the pain that seems to be etched in my soul. The fire that slowly creeping in my skin as I was bleeding heavily and as if the faith is mocking me the only thing that I manage to grasp is a pocket watch ticking as if waiting for my time. But that is the sole memoir that my father had given to me. I was still remembering my father’s face, which seems to be faded with years that passed by, and the only thing that I remembered as I heard an explosion. I felt like I was in deep water suspended in space I have no idea how I can still breathe but everything was dark and no matter how hard I scream my voice can’t be heard. Before I knew it I started falling into an endless hole that I don’t know when it will stop. Then I woke up and as I roam my eyes around in the four corners of the place I know I was in my old room. It was not real, that what my mind keeps telling me but then my eyes are seeing otherwise. I was lying comfortably in a queen size bed with the familiar four canopy bed, soft comforter with my favorite baby pink color. The rays of the sun are picking in the thick curtains, I can feel my hands shaking, what if this is just a dream? Will she wake up and return to that dark cold place I’ve been? My heart thumps loudly on my chest as I got out of my bed, my feet padded on the soft carpeted floor as I raise my hands to part with the curtain only to stop in the midair. For the twenty-four years of my existence not once that I felt fear dealing with many challenges in my life but now? With what is happening before my eyes I’m terrified if everything is just a dream. But if I am consumed with fear with what’s happening with me then how will I deal with those people who made my life so miserable I have no choice but to walk in a path full of thorns? I steadied myself and finally willed myself to part the curtains, only to be blinded by the light. Slowly I adjusted my eyes before scenery was presented upon me. It was a beautiful and familiar Rose Garden, I opened my French window and a soft breeze greeted me saying a simple hello, as the scent of the roses bombarded my senses. It only means one thing I came back it was unbelievable until my eyes landed in a vintage full body mirror. There is reflected my fourteen-year-old self, my honey-colored eyes, aristocratic nose, cupid bow lips, my long and wavy chestnut hair that freely flowing on my back, and natural colored skin. Not even once my father forgot to tell me that I was a spitting image of my mother. I gingerly touched the mirror before touching my young face as if confirming that everything is true. I can still remember everything and those sounds are still ringing in my ears, the loud blaring of horns, the screeching tires, and the collision of metal against metal. I was dying and my consciousness is slowly fading until I heard the ticking of a clock. Clock, the Clock! That’s when it sinks in the pocket watch! My eyes widened before I suddenly notice something heavy on my sleeping gown. I immediately took it out of my pocket and that’s when I realized that it’s actually working! When my father gave it to me on my eighteenth birthday it is broken no matter how many watch repair I have gone through they can’t make it work. My father said that it’s the only memento that he had got from my mother and even though I only remembered her through my fading memories somewhere in my heart I know that she became the greatest mother she could be in her short life for me. Then how did this watched is not working? And how come it is with me when I remembered that this clock wouldn’t be in my possession until I was eighteen? This can only be proof that I come back to the past. A smile slowly crept up into my face before it turns into a fit of giggle until it gets louder and became a full-blown laugh. If someone will see me they will probably tell that I was mad, I am. I was mad for the things that they’ve done to me, to my family, and to my heart that made me realize that I should not trust anyone. A cruel glint on my eyes was reflected in the mirror. This time I will make sure to make them pay for all they’ve done to me. But my train of thoughts was interrupted as I heard a soft knock on the door. “Lady Celestine?” I stilled before I felt my heart ached as I heard a familiar voice. Yet I schooled my face and reined my emotions the first thing that I should remember that no one should that I returned from the future or rather I died. I calmly walked into my dresser before I sat and reach for my comb. “Come in,” I answered as I started to casually comb my hair. I saw Nana Cyrene got confused as she saw me, then that’s when it clicked in. I was a haughty spoiled brat at this age, whenever there is a chance I always throw a tantrum. To my only Nana that raised me, she was the only one who manages to stay, the only one who is there when I thought that the world crumbled. I may not be the kindest person that they will be, but for her, I am her sole reason to keep living. But this was the time where rebelled against everyone around me, where I thought I was unloved, where I thought my father abandoned me, giving me the luxuries that I could ever ask for, in return. There is the reason why I became arrogant, jaunty, and do everything that I want because my father will always be there to clean up the mess that I made. “Lady Celestine?” I can back in the present when I heard Nana’s concerned voice. There is that part of me that wants to hug her tight, but I don’t want her to get confused. I unconsciously look at the pocket watch that I put in front of my dresser. I was given another chance, given me time, and this time I will do everything in my power not to make those mistakes the second time. I give my best to make them all pay. This time they all dance in the palm of my hands, in front of the mirror, an evil glint flashed on my eyes. They will all feel that pain that I’ve suffered. “LADY Celestine,” I can hear the shocked on my Nana’s voice as I got out of my walk-in closet and wore a dress that was given to me by my father, the sole dress who started everything. This is originally mine, but because I want to rebel with my father, I hid this dress in the corner of my dresser never seeing this again. Later I learned that this dress is one of a kind, and this was made by a well-known designer in Paris. This was made just for me, but I choose to ignore it, much to my father’s dismay. But not this time, I will make up for my mistakes, and take every minute of my life making sure that the people around me won’t experience the same outcome twice. “Why is there something wrong, Nana?” I ask as I gaze at my dress. It was a vintage dress, that was crafter with lace and twirl of floral embroidery with a pink and apricot background, outfitted with a black zipper. This is very different from how I usually dress, even I can’t help but curse myself inwardly as I saw those gaudy cheap, gaudy dresses. That makes me look like a tramp partnered with how I usually wear heavy makeup. In my mind, I want some attention, since I thought that everyone is ignoring me. But that was my past self and now that I came back, it’s high time to make some changes not just on myself but also to the people who are around me. “Nothing, my Lady, that dress is suits you very much,” she said smiling. I just gave her a curt nod, trying to stop myself from getting so emotional. “By the way Nana,” I said stopping in my tracks. “Please donate all my dresses to charity, except for the dress that was given by my Dad.” “As you wish,” she said and I can’t but smile silently. My Nana, who did everything for my sake, and never asks anything. Don’t worry Nana, I will make sure to give you the best things that you could ask for. I got down on the grand staircase my eyes can’t help but look around me. Expensive paintings on the wall, with a color of white and yellow, that I remembered my mother’s favorite. And even many years the fact remains that Dad loves my mother so much that he doesn’t want anything in this place to change. But everything was, no she didn’t need to be in that thought not now, not until she shows up and put my life in a chaotic mess but she will make sure that won’t happen again. My father doesn’t deserve that kind of ending. I sigh; nothing is starting yet, so I just need to plan everything that no one can escape easily. I won’t falter I won’t make mistake and this time I will make the first move.