"She's so quiet."
"She's so shy."
"I've never noticed her before."
"What's her name?"
I don't know what to do. I've always been invisible. Now they see me. Now they interact with me. Eek. I'm suddenly feeling shy.
Let me start at the beginning. I committed suicide... I still woke up... I shrunk... and now I have powers... holy shit.
Chapter 1: Cruel World
"JANE! DON'T DO IT!"
"PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!"
"IT'S NOT WORTH IT!"
Their words didn't mean anything. Their were just trying to look like a good guy in public but their weren't. There were monsters... like all of humanity. That's why her throat was silt, by her own hands.
(Don't try this at home. Or anywhere.)
That's right. She did it herself. She picked up a random knife she found on the streets and slowly did the deed. This is a cruel world. One were a plain Jane wasn't needed. So imagine Jane's shock when she woke up in a whole new world.
"Hiya. Miss Klutz."
"Loser Queen."
"You should just kill yourself."
It was her own dam fault she died. She listened to the bullies. She could've ignored them. She could've told someone. She could've even stood up for herself. But she didn't.
After death, Jane wasn't able open her eyes. All she saw was pitch black darkness. She felt like she was floating. It also felt like she was... drifting? She was as still as a stone, but she felt like she was moving.
Then her eyes opened. Everything was burry but she could make out a figure of a man. 'I think... I think... he's holding me.'
"Waaaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaaa!" I turned my head a little to see a baby in the man's other arm. The man rocked his arms, most likely trying to calm the baby down.
Dear Jane looked at her hands, the ones that she murdered herself with, to see it rope around her neck to feel the mark left by the knife but Jane was too confused to. Her hands were... small... and chubby... and red. She began to check body out. She was naked. She would've to scream due embarrassment but she didn't. During her experiences as a high schooler, Jane learned to be quiet.
Her skin was red. Her feet, like her hands, were small, chubby, and red. she looked at the other person in the man's arms and compared the sizes of feet.
A single thought ran through her mind. What was that thought? It was a thought that a vulgar girl like Jane could think of. And that thought was...
Holy shit. I'm a baby.
Jane looked ahead, at the woman who gave birth to her and her, maybe, twin. The women was beautiful and young. Early twenties, long brown hair in a hair piggytail, stunning blue eyes, and she couldn't get more details since she was resting under a blanket.
She stared in front of her. Not in happiness. Not in excitement. But in shock. Fear. Sadness. Disappointment. "What are we going to do?" Her voice, she was frighten. "The first one-he-she-her eyes," her 'mom' managed to cough out.
The man holding her, angled his arm to look at her face. His rocking stopped imminently. He turned back to 'mom.' "Molly, that's not the problem. What is your husband going to think?"
Holy shit. I'm an accident child? Wait, we're twins so... Accident children?
"Don't sweat it Derick. Just dump them on top of one of the mountains. No one will ever know."
I can't believe it. God has given me a second chance and now I'm going to die. Great second life.
That was what was Jane's mind that she didn't even realize the two wasn't speaking English.
"JANE DON'T DO IT!"
"PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!"
"IT'S NOT WORTH IT!"
Their words didn't matter. The three students that tried to stop her was frozen, eyes wide open. A crowd of people surrounded them and the body.
Everyone knew Jane was unhappy. Everyone knew Jane wouldn't talk about it, or anything in the matter. Everyone knew Jane was... a girl who took things too far.
Yet their still couldn't stop her. Most people predicted Jane would try to kill herself but they pushed it off in their mind as unlikely.
But unlikely still means possible. Oh Jane, why did you leave your parents behind. Jane, you do have people who love you. You do have friends. Why did you leave it all?
Dam it. Of course that wench made Derick climb up a mountain while dumbing the two newborns into two sacks "Stupid women," he mumbled as reached for a cliff to grab one, for he has fell down by a little. As he used one hand, the tight grip, of the other hand, holding the bags, loosened, and before anyone knew it, a bag fell out of his hand, and into the deep valley below.
But a smirked played on Derick's face. "That takes care one of the brats."
Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh.
Jane was basically suffocating in that stupid rag that's a so called bag. Now she felt herself continuously moving but 'Derick' wasn't moving, she was falling.
(How the fuck do you describe the feeling of falling?
Faster and faster she went until she reached terminal velocity. Jane let out a little whine as she fell.
Splash.
Jane's eyes were widened. Not at the fact that she landed in water. Not at the fact that she was alive. But at the fact that the fabric of the bag was thin. The water was going through.
She was going to drown.
For the first in forever, Jane screamed. She wanted to die fast and painless, not suffocate and fall unconscious slowly.
She kept screaming till the water reached her face. She tried to breath but water got in her way. She couldn't breath anymore. Then everything went black.
"Goodbye brat."
"Hey what's that bag over there?"
"It's moving."
Open it."
"What if it's a monster?"
"Just open it."
"Hey... um... there's a baby."
"Wait... What!"
"Look. It's a boy."
"Left on the mountain?"
"Yeah. Poor thing must be cold."
"Give him your cloak."
"O-Oh yeah. Um... should we take it home?"
"Where else? But first, let's get him warm."
"Hey? Wake up."
Who?
"I don't think it's alive."
Am I dead already?
"No, I hear her heartbeat."
So I'm still alive. All I see is darkness. Holy shit! Am I... am I blind?
"Wake up little one."
I'm trying.
"Come on, you can make it."
Do I want to make it?
Hansel Smith and his daughter, Leia Smith, are blacksmiths. (Ironically) There were wandering in an alley to find a rare metal. Instead, they found a bag falling into a nearby pond. Leia, despite her dad's warnings of danger, jumped into the pond.
(Big pond, not big enough to be a lake.)
She swam towards the sinking bag.
IYou might be able to guess what happens next.
Jane is dead. My name is Alazne. Plain Jane is dead. Alazne the adventurer lives. And I am stronger than Jane. I don't believe in second chances but now that I have one, I won't waste. Not yet.
The End... For Now.
