"I believe dying at eighteen years wouldn't cause people to raise an eyebrow, they wouldn't even pity me, let alone wonder what was the cause of my death."
"I guess what was supposed to kill me didn't kill me after all, I hope that still counts that I survived it. That I survived cancer!"
"Shit!"
"My days were already numbered, only for me to die even earlier than my time, hahaha. What a goddamn world."
"Damn, I should have just stayed at home. I shouldn't have gone out for the event. The first time that I decided to go out for a public gathering and this happened! I died!
What a joke!"
"If she had ended the book well, I wouldn't have accepted the invitation for the event.
I can't believe I wasted my time listing out a thousand questions that I was going to ask that goddamn Author.
I had a hundred ways in which the book could've ended in the most loving way ever, and nobody would have raised an eyebrow to any of my endings. It was perfect and I was so excited to show it, if only God was merciful enough to allow me."
"I guess he didn't want me to show off, to know what it feels like to be the most brilliant person in a gathering. All my life I have lived in my room. I spent all my days reading novels since I got diagnosed with this killing monster!
And for the first time, I decided to go out in the open and I had to get hit by a truck!
A fucking truck!
The driver must've been drunk. A fucking drunk man!
Nah, the driver was a woman."
"sigh!"
"My doctor said since my time was limited, I should prioritize reading books above anything else. He says he got this from a quote that a reader lives a thousand lives before they die, while the person who never reads only lives one.
He was right, or should I say the person that made that statement was right. I have lived so many years in that room, and somehow, it doesn't feel like I died at eighteen.
It sure does feel like I was on par with Methuselah."
"If I had died in my room. That would've been beautiful, but dying with a purpose at hand, that was so goddamn painful, so painful!"
Sofia could feel tears coming out from her eyes. She was dead already. Right now it was just her mindless thoughts rambling around a dark void that she couldn't see.
She believed she was going to the afterlife, she did believe in heaven and hell, and surely she was going to heaven.
She had always been in her room, never knew anyone apart from her doctor, so she had never wrong anyone or so. Whatever the case, it had to be heaven. She even got killed, and she had even forgiven the person that killed her, so it had to be heaven, no way an innocent soul like her could end up in hell.
As Sofia was having the hottest debate of her life, an image of light started coming into her senses. Her endless thoughts stopped at that moment as she tried to fathom what she was seeing, but before she could take a closer look at the shining image, she got pulled to it in an instant.
Sofia was still shocked by the sudden force that took control of her subconscious thoughts, but she found herself sitting on a chair.
"What the hell just happened."
Sofia said to herself in shock. Her gaze was instinctively on the floor as she was afraid of the bright light she just experienced, fearing that it could blind her eyes if she looked up, but it was all clear now. The light had suddenly died down to normal.
Everything was so human like now, like she was conscious, the best word would be alive.
"Am I alive!"
Sofia blunted out in shock. How could she be alive? The truck smashed her away badly, there was no way she could've survived that, and by the way, where the hell was this place.
She raised her gaze up and her heart missed a beat when her gaze crossed paths with the mirror in front of her.
"My goodness!"
Sofia lost the balance of the chair and fell to the ground on her back.
Bang!
Her back landed heavily on the floor and it caused a cracking sound in her body. She felt the pain in an instant and it was goddamn painful. She had never felt so much pain in her life before, and it felt like it wasn't going away, however, something else was dominating her mind.
"What the hell is this?"
Sofia said as she brought her hands to her face while still on the floor. Her hands were fair, very fair and slightly bigger than before. Her fingers were decorated with rings as well, rings she had never seen before.
"Where did this come from!"
Sofia couldn't help but ask herself as she stared at the two rings in both of her hands. She quickly snapped off it as she went back to the first discussion on why she was suddenly fair in complexion, and what she saw a moment ago in the mirror.
She made her way back to her feet and slowly moved her attention back to the mirror.
Her heart was pounding heavily as she slowly turned to face the mirror, hoping that she had seen herself wrongly a moment ago, but as Sofia turned to face the mirror. The door to her room opened and she immediately turned to face it like a scared cat.
Although she didn't pause to look at the image she saw in the mirror, it was without a doubt now that she was not in her body.
This wasn't her, she wasn't this tall, this fair, and her stuff wasn't this big!
It all felt so uncomfortable that Sofia's heart was drumming loudly in her chest.
'What the fuck is going on here!'
Sofia cried in her mind as she focused her eyes on the door. The door pushed open fully and a young girl dressed in a certain uniform rushed inside.
"Lady Emma, is everything alright!"
The young girl said as she rushed inside the room, holding some sets of beautiful clothes and jewelry.
Sofia's eyes burst open in shock when she heard the name.
Lady Emma?
Could it be!