Kelly Carrero - Evolution Series Books 1-2

Copyright 2016 by Kelly Carrero

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons either living or deceased is purely coincidental. Names, places, characters and incidents are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. The author holds the rights to this work. It is illegal to reproduce this novel without written expressed consent from the author herself.

I t was amazing how my perception of reality changed in a single instant. How I could pinpoint the exact moment when I realised that I would never be the same. The world I'd known all my life ceased to exist, and a new reality began.

That moment hit me as I stood naked, staring at myself in the mirror.

To the unknowing, I still looked the same. Only I had noticed what was different about me. I was thankful that not a single doctor or nurse at Holy Spirit Hospital had picked up on it. If they had, I certainly wouldnt be getting discharged as soon as I left the bathroom. In fact, I was pretty sure they would lock me up in a psych ward, or worse, haul me away to some top-secret government facility, never to see the light of day again.

Not knowing if my eyes were betraying my sanity, or if what I was seeing was really possible, my whole body went numb as I watched the only sign that I had just been in a car accident disappear.

What I was seeing belonged on the screen of a Hollywood blockbuster, not in real life, and especially not in mine. It defied everything I had ever been taught. God, it defied everything anyone had ever known.

The inch-long slice above my right ear was no longer there. It was as if my head had never gone through the car window. I was, once again, in perfect condition.

I stood there staring, too scared to move or think. I hoped what I was seeing was just a side effect of the head trauma I ought to have experienced. The accident should have killed me.

But if what I was seeing was real, what did it mean? What would become of me? And more importantly, what the hell was I?

A knock at the door jolted me out of the hysteria I could feel myself slipping into. Jade? It was my mum. Is everything okay in there?

Panic rippled through me. Things were the complete opposite of okay. What if I went out there and they noticed my head was no longer being held together with the stitches they had put in no less than an hour ago? Or what if the cut really was still there and I was having hallucinations? Were hallucinations even a side effect of severe head trauma?

I stepped closer to the mirror, rubbing the stitches. I hoped the cut would reappear, and I could blame the incident on my eyesight being affected by the accident that would be the best explanation. But sure enough, the cut was gone.

Jade? Mum called again. Her voice was etched with concern.

Yeah? I replied automatically, my voice barely a whisper.

Do you need a hand? Mum tried opening the bathroom door, which thankfully, I had locked.

I had to quickly pull myself together. I knew I couldnt let them see me like that. Im fine, Mum. Ill be out in a minute, I called out, throwing on the clean clothes she had brought in for me.

Taking one last look in the mirror, I let down my long, dark brown hair, trying to cover the spot where my cut should have been, and stepped out of the bathroom to face her.

Even though my heart was beating so hard I was sure it would pop out of my chest, I tried my hardest to put on the same carefree face I'd worn before my life turned upside down only seconds ago. And it worked.

I was discharged without anyone noticing my cut was no longer there, and my mum was still too caught up in the fact I had somehow cheated death to pay any attention to my wound or lack thereof.

After listening to my mother going on and on about how lucky I was to be alive, and how I should be more careful when I was behind the wheel, we finally arrived home, and I was quick to make excuses as to how tired I was before I headed off to bed. Reluctantly, she let me go after I promised I would let her know if I got worse or needed her for anything. I swear, I thought she was going to insist that she stay with me all night, which was more than a little disturbing.

The last thing I wanted was sleep. My mind kept replaying the vision of my wound healing before my eyes. How was it possible? It defied logic. It defied science. But I saw it with my own eyes, and for some reason, I was sure I wasnt going insane.

My freakishly fast healing wasnt the only thing bothering me. There was something else. Something at the back of my mind that kept slipping away just as I thought I was grasping it. All I could catch was that it was important. Something I desperately needed to remember but couldnt.

A soft tap on my door snapped me back to reality. What was with her? I didnt need her making sure I was okay. What I needed was some time alone to try to figure out what the hell was going on with me.

I decided to ignore the knock and pretend I was asleep when the door handle started turning. All I had time to do was make sure my hair was covering my stitches and make a mental note to cover them with gauze as soon as I was free from my mothers watchful eye.

To my surprise, it wasnt Mum checking in on me. It was my boyfriend, Aiden. Hey, I wasnt sure if you would be sleeping, he said in his usual soothing tone. His eyes scanned over me, checking that I was okay. Normally that kind of attention would send the butterflies in my stomach into full flight, but at that moment, I wanted him to look away. I was afraid that if he kept looking at me, he would figure out something was wrong with me. That I wasnt normal. That I was possibly not even human anymore.

In that instant, Aidens eyes showed he was satisfied with what he saw, and he made his way over to my bed.

I guess Mums told you what happened? I asked, already knowing the answer. I was sure that before Aiden had come up to my room, he would have had to listen to her tell him all about my brush with death not that I came anywhere even close to dying. But Mum being a reporter and all, well, it was in her DNA to be overdramatic.

Aiden nodded. He sat down on the bed, put his arm around my shoulder, and drew me to his side. I had been on edge all day, but almost instantly I could feel my nerves start to subside. It was the same unexplainable reaction I always had around him. The world could be falling apartor in my case, me going insaneand the minute we were together, all the craziness would somehow come to a halt, and my soul would be at peace.

So... was it as bad as the version I got out there? Aiden cocked his head towards the door.

I scoffed, I doubt it. I could only imagine the overdramatised story my mother had given him.

What really happened?

Im not exactly sure. All I remember was driving down the highway, and the next thing I knew, I had ambulance officers hovering over me telling me how lucky I was to be alive. All I got was a small bump on the head, which has given me a bit of a headachebut apart from that, Im fine. The first part was true, at least.

Which reminds me. I glanced over at the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. Im due for my next dose of painkillers. I looked up at Aiden, putting on my best helpless, I need you to look after me face.

And I suppose you want me to get them for you. It was more a statement than a question. He leaned over and kissed my forehead before standing up. Ill be back in a sec, he said, leaving my room.

I felt like the worst girlfriend ever. I had never lied to Aiden before, but what choice did I have? I couldnt tell him the truth. Thankfully, he seemed oblivious to my deception.

Making the best of the little time I had before he was back with painkillers for my non-existent headache, I jumped up from my bed and turned the lights off, leaving only the moonlight coming through my window to illuminate the room. I quickly changed into a T-shirt that was lying on my pillow and managed to climb back into bed just as Aiden came back into my room.