I'm not even really in this fandom... Whatever. I hopped along the Self Insert train, and, hopefully, with somewhat of a twist.
...I probably made her a gaddamn Mary-Sue.
Anyway, welcome to Glacial Waters! You'll probably get the title once I actually start writing this.
I like to think I was inspired by Dreaming of Sunshine, Hacia el sol, Little Acorn, Distorted Reality, and all the others on this crazy train...
But honestly I just wrote this at two AM with no plot oops.
Cold, was the first comprehensive thought that flitted through my mind as I woke up.
My eyes snapped open, fully prepared to see an open window and maybe a sibling with my blankets in hand.
But no. My eyes saw nothing but white. Even as I looked down at myself I saw white. So white, in fact that it hurt my eyes.
'Ow.'
My eyes shut quickly enough, but I couldn't fall asleep again, because I was shivering and freezing cold.
Warm fell, and the brightness of wherever I was shifted lower dramatically.
Where was I?
Better yet… Who was I? Before I had been wondering about a sibling, which must have drifted though my subconscious— Amnesia?
I could feel myself, not see myself, and…
"Is there noise here?"
Yes. I couldn't smell anything, either, but that might have just been because you can't smell yourself.
I felt my hair out of— habit?— and realized startlingly that it was short. Boy short, rather than—
[It was chest length, again. The stupid lemon solution of her sister's she used, like two years ago made the bottom half shades lighter than the rest. It was too bad she'd have to cut it shoulder length again, to get it off…]
Was that a memory? Playing around the room like some 3D movie?
And whose was it? Mine? I had to say, the person looked very familiar, with brown eyes and dark blond to light brown hair.
J-?
And suddenly I wasn't in the weird room where I wasn't seen, and something zoomed past at the speed of sound. I was on a dimensional, wickedly fast roller coaster, and I was terrified.
Screams could not, would not escape my throat and I had trouble taking in air.
Everything stopped, and I succumbed to blackness.
My back arched wildly and silent whimpers escaped my lips as a cold hand was placed on the small of my back.
A buzz was strangely absent, which I wondered about— why would there be a buzzing? The corner of my mind that wasn't terrified demanded of my subconscious.
I looked at the face of the person holding me— A man with black hair and eyes, looking at me with disapproval.
'Why?' I tried to say, but my mouth couldn't form the word. The man's face slid into a blank one that betrayed no emotion.
'Why?'
"Goodbye," he said coolly. "The Uchiha clan will mourn."
What? Who the hell were the Uchiha clan, anyway, and what did they have to do with me?
His hand, which had a gleaming metal thing [knife, stupid] that looked lethally sharp and pointy, looked ready to move across my throat and be done with the who debacle, so I squirmed ridiculously so as to stop him from trying.
It turns out that the motion was unnecessary, as a wicked-fast object caught him to a tree, unaware.
I couldn't understand a word that was being said, but I curled in on myself, thinking.
'What is going on?'
I was picked up by someone quickly, but not before I caught a glance at the now dead man who was trying to kill me moments before.
I was moving quickly— or, rather, being moved quickly. It was nowhere near as fast as the roller coaster from hell, but enough to make me nauseous.
I was taken into another white room, but there was more than just white— and it certainly wasn't a memory like before. I could see my hands, stubby and small [fingers that were long and lovely, seemingly crafted specifically to play the instrument, but I knew better], and a white blanket that crumpled near the first half, and was smooth the rest [My entire body was decked out at the hospital bed, almost the same size as the mattress...]
There was someone touching my face ["I don't really like it when people touch me for stupid reasons. I mean, I don't care if you nudge my shoulder to get my attention, but boys doing 'Scoop' is the most annoying thing in this entire freaking school,"], which was cold-ish at the ends like someone with cream or salve on their fingers.
The nurses whispered something I couldn't decipher, and I became aware that I was in a hospital.
Now, I was somehow aware that I had been in a hospital before [Only once or twice had I ever been in a hospital for myself, and my own personal heath. The first would have been when I was born, and the second when I needed eye surgery. The rest were just visits...], and I wasn't scared at all. I knew diseases could be spread easily in hospitals, but surely my immune system wasn't so weak anymore?
[Jessica, all immune systems are weak when you're young.]
Jessica?
Who was that?
Jessica was Fiji, a water and a blonde, but she was also a strong brunette, and a little girl with [ridiculously spindly locks, and a spattering of freckles here and there- her glasses were askew and a stupid grin...]
Jessica was me.
Jessica was me.
A few memories came racing back [My sister, brothers, "Of course you're my best friend!", years and days standing in front of a mirror, in front of books, Book, books, I had always loved books: Harry Potter Hunger Games Divergent Percy Jackson The Clique A Series of Unfortunate Events Dear Dumb Diary Diary of a Young Girl Books Books Books...] and I inhaled sharply.
A nurse sped in front of me- "Shock, she might be in shock!" ["I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket!"]-
Again, I woke up, and I was somewhere near home.
But this wasn't home, home was the yellow house with the pool and the fireplace, and mom and dad and my sister and brothers, and Mickey The Dog [But not Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mantle-] and smiling pictures over the mantle...
This was another home, that I knew, but couldn't remember, but it was home...
I was put into a cradle next to a tiny boy [But why would I need a cradle?] who didn't look quite so tiny.
Sa-?
My eyes were closing, and I was so tired and the bed was warm...
My dreams were vivid. They were memories, and I knew when I woke up, I would remember two selves, which didn't quite make sense...?
The first three-quarters were of the first, of Jessica, the little Tumblrite, the reader, the American writer with a set of non-published stories waiting in her head at all times...
The last quarter was of a girl who was two months old, one named Uchiha.
Sorry not sorry. Yes, I did make her an Uchiha.
Um.
I actually have a vague plot and no beta reader, if anybody wants to help...?