"The darkest nights bring me the brightest light."
Awakening
She awoke in a fit of coughs and pain, her sapphire eyes snapping open.
Gripping her bed sheets tightly, the young female gasped for breath, as the sunlight streamed onto the pale skin of her face. As the hot remembrance crawled up her throat, and the burning sensation formed behind her nose, the black haired girl grasped the sheets before lurching upwards, her mouth opening on its own violation.
With her spine straightening up like steel, her eyes saw the familiar color of black, as the familiar taste of metal filled her taste buds. Blinking slightly, she stared at the stained cotton sheets in front of her, the crimson hue filling her vision. Bringing her hand up to wipe her mouth, she grimaced as the similar color appeared of the white of her sleeve. Ignoring the searing pain and odd flavor that resided in her mouth, the young girl peered at her hands, her eyes twisting up in confusion. Lifting her head upwards, the young female peered around that she resided in, her chapped lips rubbing together thoughtfully.
Ignoring the slightly shock of waking up (after all, it wasn't everyday that you woke up in an entirely new place-), her blue eyes wondering how their could be such a color of gray. Nevertheless, it seemed that there was, as the walls seemed to be coated in that very dull shade. The furniture was minimum, as the only thing, other than the bed which she was on, was a small wooden drawer in the corner of the room. A single rusty window, was placed in the corner; the grimly glass covered by a tattered purple blind.
Where was she?
The unfamiliarity of the situation hit her like a siren, as her nose crinkled and her shaking hands only increased in their tremor. A sudden pounding pain shot through her head, causing a gasp to escape her, and her arms going up to clutch her forehead. Almost like a wave, all of the other effects started, as her previously numb arms started to sting, and a low throb began to form on her stomach. Ignoring the tears that welled in her eyes, at the sudden rush of physical pain, the sapphire eyed girl scratched at her arms, tearing the white colored material in her haste.
Scars. There were so many scars.
Maybe it was morbid of her to examine them, however, she couldn't stop herself; her sapphire eyes widening as the lines ran up and down her flesh. The newer ones, near the bottom, she realized, were brand new, as a few of them were beginning to reopen. Smearing the blood with her thumb, the young girl winced, as her head increased, alongside of her fear. Why was she here? What had happened? Almost like a light bulb went off in her head, the black haired female lurched back, the pounding in her head, reaching a state, where it was becoming difficult to see. A screeching sound pulled past her ear, as the remembrance of what had happened hit her between the ribs, causing her breath to escape her lungs and her senses to escape her body.
She had died.
A car crash. Yes, that was it. The female could remember the way the metal felt, as it crashed into her body - she could remember the way, her bones had crushed into themselves, as the full impact hit her. She could even remember the blood, as it dripped down the side of her mauled face.
'Is this...the end? Am I, to just die?'
'I had so many things to do, so many decisions...'
'It's all gone now.'
'I'm scared, i'm so, so scared.'
'I don't want to di-'
Shuddering slightly, the black haired girl brought herself back to reality, before frowning, at her current situation. Her death - it was inevitable, she had even prepared her herself for reaching her final judgment. However, this, was not what she was expecting. Heaven or Hell, either one would've beat the questions that came towards her now. The fear slipped into once more, as the sparkling voice of unknown called out towards her. Picking up her arm, she grazed her face with it, freezing slightly, when the unfamiliarity of it hit her.
Her mind searched farther back into the crevices, her heart thudding heavily when she realized that all of the previous information that she held, was now unavailable. Grabbing her chest harshly, she exhaled slowly, before closing her eyes to check even further.
Gone.
All of her past memories, they were just, gone. Harshly grabbing on her hair, to steady herself, her bloodied eyes shot open as her lips opened on a silent scream. The faces of her family, her friends, were all blurry, their voices a forgotten treasure. All of the important events in her life had dissipated, leaving only emptiness in it's place. However, out of all of the buzz in her mind, one tidbit came to her attention, causing the strained calm she had placed upon herself to break free.
Her name. She couldn't remember her name.
Panic gripped at her heart, as the steady beat of insanity fell upon her, causing her to curl into herself for comfort. Tears stung at her eyes, as all of her surroundings faded into the background. It was only at that moment, when she became aware of the pulsing worry that situated itself in her brain, and of the fact, that the silence had seemed to surround her. She was alone, utterly, alone.
Footsteps glided outside of her closed door, and the female snapped her head up, her body tensing in preparation for a fight, just in time for the knob to turn, and for it, to swing open. Scrambling backwards, her mouth twitching as the movement agitated the wound on her stomach, the young girl hit her head onto the wall, just as a stern gaze fluttered into her vision.
"Séraphine? Are you awake?"
Séraphine.
At this single word, a tidal wave of emotions crashed over her, older memories filtered into her brain, as a twitch of understand soothed the confusion that was built up in her. Distant images came to her, as she finally was able to give a name to her own persona.
Séraphine Snape. That was her new identity.
The daughter of Eileen Snape and Tobias Snape, the latter of which whom, seemed to have no interest in her well being and life. In fact, if she wasn't wrong, it was his mistakes that had caused her to receive the physical abuse reflected onto her body. In fact, if her speculation was right, it was his own fault, that had caused the six year old girl to die from blood loss; leaving her, in Séraphine's body.
Gritting her teeth, the girl yelled at the man inside of her head, wondering of how someone could be so repulsive to their own child. The vile feeling only grew in her, coupling with the hatred she held inside of her bones, for this man, that she had never even met herself. The cause of it, was probably due to the fact that while the person who had inhabited the body was gone, her feelings still lingered. That, and the fact that the woman herself was enraged at such a prospect, finding that man to be worse than trash.
"Séraphine?"
Ah her mother. Narrowing her eyes, the transferred female tried to find a few traits in her brain, to place against this woman, however, the only things that came to mind were the words, stern and awkward. It seemed that after many years of his, mistreatment, she had sunk into herself, limiting her expressions to the minimum, in order to not unplease him. In doing this, she had become unattached from her emotions, not knowing how to display it properly, around her child. That didn't mean that she didn't care, in fact, Séraphine wondered how someone could be so awkward and yet, so loving in their emotions.
When a hand pressed onto her forehead, the girl jumped upright once more, her sapphire eyes meeting worried brown ones.
"I - I'm fine." She finally answered, her voice croaking, and hoarse.
Wincing at how high pitched her tone was, the black haired girl bit her lip, before swallowing the water that her mother handed her. As she let the cool water wash down her throat, she began to wonder and think about what had happened, her curiosity reaching a new peak.
"What happened?" Séraphine asked softly, her eyes moving up towards the towel that was being patted onto her head. "I don't feel so good."
That was the understatement of the century.
Her mothers soulful brown eyes narrowed, as her thin pink lips formed into a line. Continuing her actions, Eileen relaxed her posture, her teeth still grinding together. Finally, she spoke, her eyes averting from her daughters. "Tobias...was a little drunk. He was trying to get to the couch and you...were just in his way."
The black haired six year old frowned slightly, her eye twitching in anger. Shaking her head, the young girl let go of her angry expression, before letting a soft smile spread across her face; if not for her, but to reassure the older woman. After all, any mother would be afraid to see such a murderous expression across their child's face.
"Oh. Okay," She exclaimed, her bruised face pulling into a sheepish expression. "I won't bother him from now on, then."
With her lips going into an even thinner line, Eileen smiled, however it seemed to come out more like a grimace. The older woman placed a small kiss onto the top of her head, causing her to stiffen, her eyes widening in wonder and tenseness. The warmth that radiated from Eileen's body, made her subconsciously move closer, and hum softly. Closing her eyes, exhaustion dripped down onto her shoulders, as the panic was replaced with emptiness. Her breathing settled out, as she felt a hand stroking her hair, and her thoughts beginning to fade.
"Rest now, Séraphine. I will take care of everything."
A lie.
However, considering the turn of events, it was only natural that the female allowed herself of to sleep, and sort out the troubles in her mind. As the slight sign of light faded from her mind, the turned female only then allowed herself to break down, tears coating the cheeks of her sleeping face.
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Days passed by, and the momentary panic which had gripped Séraphine's heart had faded into the background, being replaced with the urge to settle into her normal life. Rarely receiving a break, she had been busy from many chores, only now being able to pull away from them all. Considering the fact that she'd been reborn in the 1970's - a fact that she found out about, after some minor snooping - it wasn't surprising that most of the housework was usually done by woman - although occasionally you would have a few of them, working in office jobs. Her mother however, was not one of those woman, but really, what could you expect with a man like that, for a father.
The short ends of her small bob swung around, almost as is someone was pulling on them. A soft sigh escaped her lips, as her eyes fluttered upwards, towards the white clouds that passed by her, filling her with a sense of solitude. However, the tranquility of the setting was only momentary, when her arms clasped tighter together, and her teeth bit her lip, to the point of it turning pale.
Oh god, she could feel the familiar symptoms of a headache creeping up towards her again.
Rubbing her hands over the covered material of her hoodie which hung over her arms, the once fresh scars which were now fading into thin blue lines, she grasped it tightly, before kicking her feet off of the ground. Letting the breeze hit her face, the cold air stung her nose, as her cheeks gained a rosy color of red; however, with her legs constantly moving, the heat was generated around most of her body.
'What should I do?'
That was the question, which she was trying to avoid thinking about. These last few weeks, she had been trying to settle back into her schedule, in hopes that her new mother wouldn't sense that something was wrong with her - leaving her no time to do other things. Her mind was often making sure that one day she didn't strangle Tobias in his sleep(something which she found slightly disturbing, why was it so easy for her to think about killing someone?), as she often avoided his gaze, in order to not sneer at him. However, as she now sat their undisturbed, with nothing to do, the cursed question came towards her, causing her to wince.
In reality, Séraphine knew she couldn't push off it for any longer. Ignoring the way her lips twisted, she shook her head before questioning herself. Finally reaching her answer, she waited until the swing sped up, before lurching her face upwards, her mouth grinning slightly at the thought that entered her head. Really, what could she do? Go up to Eileen and say:
'Hey, i'm not really your daughter. I just died in a car crash and fell into her body, after she died when that fucker you call a husband hit her. Also, I don't remember my past life, considering the fact that all of my memories have been wiped from me. What's for dinner?'
Yeah. Like that would go splendidly. If she was lucky, her mother wouldn't bring her to the shrink, and make them dissect her brain with words. Hmm, if they did that, would they then see how clinically insane she was?
Her mind pondered over this piece of information, before she shook her head and laughed softly, her eye glinting in morbid amusement. No, it would be best to keep quite - something which she was very unused to, even though she had no memories of the before, she already could tell that the word quiet, was something she was unused to. Oh well, it would have to do, after all, in order to gain knowledge, she'd have to be a bit more sly.
Sighing once more, she placed a hand on her head, before wincing slightly.
Hopefully, she didn't fuck it up.
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- Titania of Fairies