A Fake Body and Soul

Chapter 1: Shocking Surprise

Summary: Samantha simply hates her life and she wants to die. What happens when her death is the new beginning of a different life? Will she feel anything at all again.

Before I was even born, my parents had high expectations for me and as I grew up. Everything was set up for me. Where I went to school, my grades, my clothes, my friends, my future…. Nothing was done by accident or by coincidence, everything was prepared and then set into stone, and I was my parents' favorite little doll of a daughter. And to be honest, for a while I was fine with all of that. I did what I was told and have done things that others expected a little perfect princess to do. I didn't think any of it was bad because it made my rich family, friends, and strangers happy.

But one day my prospective of everything changed when walking home from school. I bumped into a young boy with black hair and sapphire blue eyes…

*Flashback*

I fell onto the hard cement floor with my bottom after colliding into someone who apparently was running before impact.

God, my butt hurts like heck!

Despite the pain, I focused on the little kid I bumped into.

"Gomenasi! I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. I hope you aren't hurt anywhere."

I said politely before getting up and offering the kid my hand while smiling a smile that any model would be jealous of. The 11 year-old-boy stared at my hand and then my face and studied it carefully.

"Why is your smile so fake?"

My body froze the second those words entered my head.

'What do you mean 'fake'? Isn't this what a real smile supposes to look like?'

My eyes stared at the boy in shock, and before a word could be said between us, the blue eyed boy just brushed pass me; mingling into the large crowd out of my sight.

My smile is not genuine, not real, but fake…

*End of Flashback*

My eyes opened and I sat up so fast from the soft bed that my balance was almost lost. Glancing frantically around the dark and unfamiliar room only made me realize that there was no boy. Breathing out loudly and slowly a couple of times helped regain my composure enough for me to look at my digital alarm to see the neon green numbers reading 2:54.

"A-a Dream? It was only a dream..."

When my head touched the pillow I noticed cold sweat on my arms, legs and face. Thinking about that memory, and how afraid I am of the truth of the younger boy's words almost made me laugh.

The truth made me think and feel that everything in my life was a lie. It was a phony trick, and a fake illusion used to blinded me from the real thing; the truth.

"I'm pathetic." I whispered softly while raising a hand to brush aside my light brown hair from my sweaty face.

"Why I didn't do anything else with my life instead of rotting."

For some reason I expected a voice to tell me the answer but only the splattering of the rain and wind on the bay window to my left filled the room.

At a time like this, is when I can't sleep. Rain and the combination of wind are like a pet peeve for me. And it was quite odd that I didn't even know the reason for my discomfort.

Sleep was out of the question as of right now with this horrible storm thrashing outside. I bundled up in a white robe and slippers and headed down the stairs, of the Victorian styled house. All of this money being wasted on a house like this was revolting. Realizing that I was going into negative thoughts made me push them aside as I ventured out to the kitchen to make some earl grey tea.

After making the tea, I headed for the dining room to sit in one of the many chairs that are tucked under the very long tables. It was so ridiculously long that in order for you to have a conversation with the person at the other end of the table you would have to shout for them to hear you at all.

Sipping the tea and staring into the void in front of me was my only distraction from my disturbing thoughts about my life, but a strange thought managed to slip into my mind and out my mouth without me having any control over it.

"Am I living in hell now?"

This question was quite odd.

When you can't feel anything anymore and you're stuck in a house by yourself with your parents gone almost all of the time. How are you supposed to feel?

Anger?

Scared?

Sad?

Alone?

I'm not even sure that I feel anything anymore. It feels as if every limb, bone, tissue, skin, and every last piece of my body were getting replaced with harder ceramic parts. Right now the only thing left my is my beating heart, but even now it's starting to die and slowly turning into rust.

The imagination of me being a porcelain doll was almost enough to give me the feeling of fear, but that emotion was slowly becoming a distant voice in the wind.

Suddenly another idea zipped through my brain but it went by so fast that I couldn't process it. But my body then started to move on its own accord and started towards the stairs.

Thunder and the whipping wind could be heard outside and I finally processed the question that raced through my thoughts.

'If I am not afraid of anything... does that mean that I'm not scared of death itself?'

My head was spinning at top speed with ideas of how to kill myself and where to do it, but it seems that my body decided that the best place to do suicide is up on the roof of my four story mansion.

The rain was pouring down so hard that I was practically blind. Somehow my feet found the ledge of the building but the force of wind almost tipped me over.

Lifting my head heavenward, I looked up at the churning gray thunder clouds and decided on what my last words should before departing this world. Looking at my hands I slowly recited my thoughts and feelings that have been bottle up for so long.

"I can't feel the tremble of fear, the heat of hatred, the chill of loneness, or the burning pain of being cut…"

A sudden bubble of laughter crawled up my throat and became a sinister giggle.

"Maybe death can relieve me of my personal hell."

"But..."

'Should I say it out loud?'

After a moment of hesitation I just decided to go with the flow of the situation.

"… I want to get struck by lightning."

With a moment's pause I almost believed that God would grant this pathetic girl her last request, but life seemed to be giving me a cold shoulder today.

After a couple more heartbeats, I heaved a long sigh, and glanced down to try to find a good place to land where at least my parents will notice my corpse.

'Head first or feet first?'

Judging the distance, landing on my feet might be more painful and I might experience excruciating pain before dying, but cracking my head first might also make it a fast, maybe, painless death.

But what does it matter now anyways.

Dying is dying.

A bright light flashed from the blackish-gray sky caught my attention and I stole a quick glance towards the source of the light, but in that millisecond I felt blistering pain of electricity scorching into my body from my left eye.

Instantly all sense of feel, sight, and smell became numb and the only thing that I could do was listen to the rush of wind, then a…

Crack.

That's the end of 14 year old Samantha Stewards.

Okay that was my first Kuroshitsuji story and I hope it wasn't a bit to depressing or emo-ish. And I'll show you guys the picture of Samantha Stewards in my profile.

I almost forgot to say that all of the pics that I distributed onto my profile do NOT belong to me, but to their owners. Whoever they are.

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