Destiny’s Revenge
Destiny Series, Book 2
Nancy Straight
Published by Nancy Straight at Amazon
Copyright 2011 Nancy Straight
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ISBN 978-1-4507-8848-9
Acknowledgements
Destiny’s Revenge would not have been possible without the support of several incredible people. Rebecca Ufkes’ enthusiasm and insight were invaluable; she provided the encouragement I needed to write the story. Ryan Lemire and Julie Kabalka read and provided much needed feedback to make the story great. Linda Brant edited the story and polished it until it shined!
Finally, my husband Toby has been supportive of my every adventure. My deciding to write and publish this book was no exception.
Thanks to you all!
Chapter 1
All my visitors were gone. Now was the part of the day I hated the most. I had been comatose for two and a half years, and awake for less than a month. It isn’t like it’s portrayed in the movies or the crazy daytime television shows, where the person wakes up and everything is suddenly all roses. I didn’t have some new lease on life, determined to do good deeds and fix all the wrongs I had ever done.
I was terrified of what had happened to me and the fear that it could happen again. I was the only one who knew I hadn’t been in a coma - at least not a conventional coma. I had been held captive by something or by someone in my own head – disconnected from the world, disconnected from my own body. Everyone believed I’d been mauled by a bear. I knew better.
My doctor told me most people who awake from a coma don’t remember anything that happened to them. It was supposed to be like waking up from a really deep sleep. That isn’t at all how I felt. He also told me it’s extremely rare for someone to wake up after a year – I’d been down for over twice that long.
No one has been able to explain why I was in a coma, other than I had a brain injury. Once my physical injuries had healed, there was no real reason for me to still be unresponsive. Because I had been non-responsive for so long and they had no idea why, the doctor told my family I would never wake up. If I did, he said I would have long-term brain damage. He basically told my family to move on. What a jerk!
While I was locked up inside myself, my thoughts and memories consumed me. I couldn’t hear family or friends reading me books or talking to me, I couldn’t feel them holding my hand, brushing my hair, or even exercising my limbs – though I know they did. I didn’t respond to any reflex or pain tests – I just wasn’t there. I didn’t awake refreshed - I had escaped an endless blackness. It wasn’t like being in a dream, because at least with dreams there are images. I couldn’t see or feel anything.
I thought I was dead, suspended in some strange purgatory. I didn’t know what was going on other than I knew I wasn’t in heaven and thought maybe I was stuck in hell. I was alone with my thoughts for more than two years. I relived every major incident in my life without the sights or sounds that accompanied them. It was as if I were trapped, not alive but not dead. No light, no colors, no sounds - just nothingness.
I might still be there if it weren’t for Rewsna. Rewsna is this clairvoyant, telepathic, mind-reading woman who I met a month or so before my accident. I don’t know how to describe her. When I’ve been in extreme circumstances, I’ve heard her voice in my head. I don’t know exactly how she does it. When she first started talking to me in my head, I was really worried that I was crazy. Most people who hear voices are.
I have only seen her in person twice, both times on the same day. I was riding a city bus on my way to the mall when she introduced herself. She was able to tell me about my future and knew about things she couldn’t possibly have known. She wouldn’t let me follow her off the bus - she told me to “Keep to my path.” It turns out I was supposed to go to the mall and meet someone who needed my help.
I’m not sure why it was so important that I help the guy at the mall. My help consisted of getting him arrested, jailed under suspicion of murder, I bailed him out, and a couple weeks later someone killed him. For some reason it was vitally important that I save his life just so that he could be killed later. I don’t pretend to understand why – even after over two years of reliving the incident over and over again, the whole path thing still baffles me.
I used to try to make sense of it, but the only conclusion I had was: murder is a senseless act. The fact that some lives are pre-determined to be short made me feel powerless. Rewsna never gave me a straight answer to any of the questions I asked her. She was more like a fortuneteller in that respect. She always shared with me just enough information to get me paranoid but never gave
