As I was walking towards the bakery I work at I noticed a crowd Mumbling things while they had formed a circle.
" Excuse me, Did something happen over there?" I asked a passerby who was coming from the same direction as the crowd.
"Go see it yourself" The guy said in a disinterested tone which was very rude but then again it was 8 in the morning and everyone seemed to be rushing to work so I couldn't really blame him.
I was curious but not as much as to go and check it out myself. Well It was Paris so I wouldn't be surprised if it was just some celebrity.
I reached the bakery and apologized to my boss who's name is keirnan if my memories are correct. "It's fine Camille. Just make sure it doesn't happen again" She said with a reassuring smile.
She was in her 30s but looked quite younger and if my memories were correct she is supposedly a friend of "my" mom's and gave "me" the job at "my" Mom's request a few months ago.
I turned around looking at "my" Reflection. "I" had blonde hair, somewhat defined cheekbones, pointed nose, hazel green eyes and the height maybe 5'7 at a guess. "This body is much better
than the last one" I thought to myself. "Now get to work Camille" My boss called me pulling me out of the daze and Interuppting me while I was admiring "myself" in the reflection.
I went on with the work according to "my" memories and trust me it was a rather boring life but yet again more peaceful than the last time. I wonder how long I'll get to live here.
I was working when a customer called me and asked if I can suggest her something from the menu. She seemed rather indecisive about what to order so I suggested some pastries that tasted best according to my memories and she seemed happy to consider my suggestions
I turned around to bring the woman's order while also greeting the new customers. The woman seemed content with my suggestions and thanked me for them.
So this is what it's like to work in a bakery. Seeing people happy when their favorite dessert finally arrives and the way their eyes light up everytime. Specially the children. They get over excited when their parents agree to buy their favorite dessert which is normal ofcourse but not for me. I never got such chances. Well to be exact I did but not with "my" parents.
It was an uneventful life this time and the days were rather peaceful. Everyday was almost the same, Seeing the same people enter the bakery and order their regular stuff and leave. It may sound boring but it was a luxury for me, having such an uneventful life after a constant series of disastrous ones.
I wished I could stay in "this one" forever but then again there were multiple other times I wished to stay in "other ones" but it never worked out did it? I wonder how long this one is going to last.
I sighed and started walking towards "my" home while admiring the city of Paris. It was magnificent at night. You'd think I would get used to such things after what I've been through and seen so far but I can't help but be in awe of Paris at night.
I'm glad I got this body this time. It's like a vacation after a long series of disastrous events but vacations really don't last long do they?
Fortunately I was wrong because this vacation lasted for months. The days went by and it had been 7 months since I "arrived" here but at least Paris was pretty and it was fun to walk around.
I guess this time it's gonna take longer than I expected to "change". It had been too peaceful for past few months and somehow it's making me anxious. I wonder how long this peace is going to last.
It didn't last long. A few days later it started.....my side effects. I started getting dizzy and my brain was unable to comprehend between reality and dreams. Memories of different people started merging with my own or you could say getting mixed with my own.I couldn't tell at this point. My brain was a mess. It was hard to go on like this.
The fact that the side effects have started means "it's" About to "change" again.
I was in the middle of street at 11 pm when it started happening again. I need to get to the place I stay at and take some sleeping pills to calm down and let my body rest so "it" can happen.
I took a taxi and reached "my" place in 25 minutes. My mind was a mess and I needed to sleep as soon as possible only then I will have a peaceful-
*thud* I thought I heard something from inside "my" apartment but how could it be? There was no one there. Did someone break in? I'm really in no condtion for this bullshit right now. I took out a taser from my purse and entered the apartment cautiously my head still in turmoil.
I cautiously turned on the lights ready to fight but to my surprise no one was there. I entered further in the apartment only to find my wooden Cupboard on floor and it's glass window shattered
Panic creeped over me. Such minor incident shouldn't surprise me after all I've seen and been through but "this body" which I was in wasn't used to it yet and was in shock. I was in no position to think rationally or even plan out what to do. I couldn't even open my eyes properly.
I somehow made it to my room and tried to reach for the sleeping pills. I had them prepared since I was expecting this to happen but what I didn't expect was someone to open the drawer for me and handover the pills in my hands with a glass of water.
I tried to look up but I couldn't make out the face of the person or what they looked like at all. I was in no place to notice such things.
"Take them" the person said in a monotone voice. It sounded like a man and of course I wouldn't take some pills which a random man who broke into my house gave me.
"Who are you?" I asked gathering all the energy I had. My vision still blurry and memories getting mixed inside my brain.
He didn't answer just bent down and took out the pills and brought them near my mouth while holding water in other hand.
I refused to take it of course. I wasn't being stubborn. I knew I needed the pills but what if they're something else? Not to mention this person broke into my apartment.
"Just take them Nora" I froze. Nora? Did he just say Nora? How does he know *my* name? "How do you-" Before I could finish my sentence, he just shoved the pills in my mouth and made me swallow it with the water.
"You can't just-" I kept retaliating but that didn't seem to affect him at all.
"I'm sorry for my behavior but you need the sleeping pills or you'll get worse so have a good night" That was the last thing I heard before I was pulled up in an embrace and carried to the bed and laid down.
"But what-" I fell in a deep sleep before I could finish that sentence.
I was here again. This place. Completely white and blank. Not a sign of anything in sight. I looked at myself and I was in a ghost like chibi form again like always. This is where I often end up after taking the sleeping pills.
I wonder if this is some kind of void. It seems endless and there is just white floors and celing everywhere. One could easily misinterpret it for a psychic ward. I wish it was that because it'd be so much better than whatever this is.
I once even tried walking.. Well more like floating (since I don't have a physical body here) over the "edge" of this place but no matter how far I got it never seemed to end. I think I once spent more than a year in human time exploring this place and yet reached nowhere.
I'm not sure how long I'll stay here this time. I've been to this place so many times that I lost count. Sometimes I stay here for months or even years and sometimes just a day or even less than an hour. There really is no pattern to the time I end up staying here. And the worst thing is I have no control over it. It just happens on it's own and suddenly I'd be back into the body again. I can never predict how long it'll take to get back into the body.
I end up here whenever "that's" about to happen. Well I shouldn't be surprised considering how peaceful that life in paris had been. A vacation doesn't last forever indeed. Let's see what I'll get this time. I hope it's not something too crazy or violent.
Hours passed and nothing happened. I was bored and out of my mind ...Figuratively and literally. Can this come to an end please. I'm tired of thi-
As if god heard me, I got that feeling again. The feeling of being sucked into a vaccum. I could feel my chibi like ghost form being sucked into a vaccum while I lost consciousness.
*knock knock* I heard someone knock while also hearing some murmers and voices. I didn't know what was happening. I live alone in my apartment of paris. who is knocking at my door and why? Can't they ring the doorbell first?
"Your majesty, it's getting too late" I heard someone say. I still wasn't completely awake and couldn't make sense of what was being said to me. I unconsciously said "late for what exactly". Well to be exact I shouted in kind of an annoyed tone because my sleep was disturbed and no one disturbs my sleep and gets a polite response from me.
There were more murmers now amd the the person's voice got more firm " The royal brunch your majesty. You can't be late to that again or else his majesty will not be pleased"
What the hell was this dude talking about? Did I leave the TV on last night? I tried to get up while slightly opening my eyes and yawning.
What I saw after opening my eyes was not some Television show or any drama series. It was a historical-palace-like room with most beautiful decorations.
*knock knock* "your majesty forgive my impudence but I'm sending your helpers inside your room to wake you up" I looked at the door from where that voice came from.
Untill the helpers came into my room. I was almost fully awake and "my" memories had caught up to me.
"Your majesty please let us help you get ready as soon as possible since you're already late to the brunch"
One of the maids said to me in a hurried tone while bowing respectfully.
"I'm grateful for your help but I'd like to get ready on my own today"
The maids looked at each other in confusion like thinking of how to convince me to let them help.
"It's fine really, I just want to spend some time alone today" I said reassuring them but that still didn't seem to work.
I sighed and told them to go prepare bath water for me, I just needed sometime alone to wrap up my head around what was going on with "this one"
According to the memories I inherited from this body. I am daughter of one of the king's concubines and apparently I am despised by people for "my" bratty behavior. Well that's going to change for sure. the bratty behavior I mean.
I found a mirror and looked at "my" body. I had blue-ish hair, my eyes were blue kind of complimenting the hair. Defined nose. Small lips with pointed chin. In a summary "I" looked beautiful even better than the last time when I was in Paris.
But the main question is, why am I in this reality....
Again?