My name is Lily Evans. I was born on the 30th of January in the year 1960. I have a mother and father along with one older sister.
These are facts that I have always repeated silently in my head. This mantra always playing when the rest of the world is silent, a constant reminder. Because for some reason, I know I am not Lily Evans. I know I was not born near the end of January in the 60s. I know that my parents were not named Rose and David, nor did I have an older sister who was unluckily named Petunia.
My name is Lily Evans. I was born on the 30th of January in the year 1960. I have a mother and father along with one older sister. We live in England as a middle to lower class family. Our house is located in Cokeworth near Spinner's End.
I have to keep reminding myself for the fear that I will forget the role that I am somehow playing. I do not remember my actual name...my first name? I do not remember much at all. Just feelings of wrongness. Just feelings in general. I do not know if that is a blessing or a curse. A blessing of some ignorance or a curse of knowing just enough. I can not remember when I first realized that I was not Lily and Lily was not me. Was it when I...she...I was born and the feeling of being so tiny gave me a panic attack. Or was it when I couldn't understand what my parents were saying but can at the same time. The accents were strong but the meaning of the words were clear.
My name is Lily Evans. I was born on the 30th of January in the year 1960. I have a mother and father along with one older sister. We live in England as a middle to lower class family. Our house is located in Cokeworth near Spinner's End. I am five years old, my sister just turned eight. My hair is auburn, my eyes a vivid green. My sister has light blonde hair and eyes the color of the sky.
I do not remember my actual age. Only that I was most likely far older than five (going by the whispers of my parents and teacher) and that I was taller, much taller. Maybe one day I will return to that height. There are times I stand in the bathroom, just staring at the mirror blankly. My small fingers would twirl a piece of curly auburn hair. It was not a state of vanity, no it was more of curiosity. Sometimes, in my sleep, I would get flashes of an older girl who felt familiar to me. One night I realized that must had been me at one point in time. She did not look like this. I try to forget these flashes. The feelings of anguish and pain that go along with them gets too strong.
My name is Lily Evans. I was born on the 30th of January in the year 1960. I have a mother and father along with one older sister. We live in England as a middle to lower class family. Our house is located in Cokeworth near Spinner's End. I am five years old, my sister just turned eight. My hair is auburn, my eyes a vivid green. My sister has light blonde hair and eyes the color of the sky. Weird things happen around me, and I'm not sure why.
When I am not trying to forget a life that is no longer, I notice the strangest things. How things suddenly burst apart when I am angry. How my hair can move on its own. I remember one moment I was sitting on the couch then one millisecond I was on my bed. At first, I theorize that perhaps this was somehow related to my old life. Like something came with me. Yet a feeling in my stomach told me otherwise. I have started to trust my gut feelings.
My name is Lily Evans, and for the darndest reason, I have no clue why that name rings alarm bells in my head.
I'm not one hundred percent sure why I created this tbh. The idea came to me in the shower and I decided to type it out before my friends came over to watch The Bachelor. I just wanted to fiddle with the idea of a reincarnated OC inside out lovely Lily Evans. I apologize for any grammatical errors, just had to get this little idea out there before it vanishes from my memory. I hope yall enjoyed the chapter.