The first thing I became aware was a throbbing pain in my head – the second was the feel of my face being half-submerged in a particularly foul-smelling puddle. So without wasting time I set about getting onto my feet, something which was apparently easier than done. I realized as the movement sent fresh waves of pain dancing across my head. Raising my hand tentatively to the left side of my forehead, I was surprised and horrified to find blood – just what is going on here?

Last night had been a pretty solid affair – the eleventh grade at decided we would go to the cinema to see Breaking Dawn: Part 2, free for those who went with a cosplay. I hadn't seen the first part, but I didn't want to be the only one not going – so I googled it and decided to dress up as Bella Swan in the first movie, because hell we both didn't had a sense in fashion. That aside, I enjoyed the film and afterwards went straight home – immediately falling asleep on my bed. So the question to be asked would be: How on earth did I wind up here? Whenever 'here' was?

I felt like the Doctor had come and whisked me away to the TARDIS to the middle of another dimension – I didn't recognize any of it. The alley I was in looked like it had seen better years, and from what I could see on the streets everyone was wearing somehow modern clothing, but in a way it was still old fashioned. So obviously this place was far behind from where I come from.

Surely someone must've noticed me?

I looked down at myself for inspection; my eyebrow went out of my forehead when I saw how close I was to the ground. Did I shrink? I'm short but I don't remember being this short. I was wearing a frilly pink dress with white tights underneath, then t my surprise I was actually bare foot, the mud between my toes was squished and I cringed at the disgusting feeling that it gave.

"Halsey?!"

I let out a yelp when a female voice echoed through the walls. Standing ahead of me was a tall woman with a long, jet-black hair.

"Oh thank God…" she ran towards me and wrapped her hands around my small torso, "Oh thank God…" she sobbed, "Daniel I found her!" she yelled.

In a cue, heavy steps were heard and appearing where this woman came from, was a man with a shaggy blonde hair and widened eyes, looking down at us with a shocked expression that turn soft and full with relief, he leaned on the wall behind him and took a deep breath.

"Jesus Halsey… Don't you ever…" he trailed off his words, leaning on his knees for support.

What the hell was going on?!

Who are those people? Who's Halsey?!

I shivered when I felt the woman's tears fall on my neck, they were cold. I now notice that the air around me was crispy, I could see my own breath as I tried to calm down. Where am I? Who am I? My name is Catherine, not Halsey. I'm 5'7, I'm seventeen years old. I remember everything, but the pain in my head throbbing suggested that I must've hit my head. Am I suffering from memory loss?

No. Because my name is not Halsey and I'm sure as hell I'd never leave my bed into a cold night.


I'm five years old.

Yeah, you heard me, five freaking years old. I am a child, not even a first-grader.

What is going on? I find myself alone in a hospital room, with a bandage covering my now treated nasty wound. The doctor that saw me had called my parents outside for a "private word".

I heard everything that my supposed mom told the nurse. My full name, my date of birth, my asthma, my allergies… Apparently I can't eat peanuts and seafood, ever. But that doesn't matter right now, what does matter is that I'm a five-year-old girl.

I dare not to say that I'm dreaming, that would be too much of a cliché, I know this isn't a goddamn dream, everything is lucid and real. The headache is real, the mud was real and this hospital bed is real.

What did I do to deserve this?

"Absolutely nothing,"

The scream that wanted to come out from my mouth was halted for a reason. Sitting in front of my small legs was a teddy bear. A teddy bear with a mean looking, frozen expression. It glared at me.

I looked around trying to find the source of the voice, but no one was around me. I looked at the toy again and yelped when it was now standing up.

"Uh…"

"Uh…?" the teddy bear tilted its head.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. Then I kicked the thing out of the bed and watched it small into the wall at my right. It fell on the floor like a ragged… well, not doll but stuffed animal. To my surprise and horror, the thing got onto its knees and shook its head.

"Ow, that hurt!" it complained.

Oh screw this, I am not Alice and this is not Wonderland. I grab the pillow behind my back and aim at the thing. The bear must've noticed my next move and within a millisecond, it was standing on my legs. I am frozen with the pillow in mid air, slowly my eyes glance at the toy to see it glare once more.

"Put… the pillow… down." He orders slowly.

I obey, because I don't want a death by a freakishly fast teddy bear. I wonder what else this thing could do.

"Okay, now that we got the shock overdone, let's talk."

"Sure, why not?" I replied sarcastically. This is not right.

"I need you to state your name and age of death please." He said nonchalantly.

Freaky teddy bear says what?

"I'm not dead…" I tell him, awkwardly.

His expression was frozen but I could see an eyebrow being raised, "Excuse me? You're Catherine Higgins right?"

"Y-Yeah—wait, if you know my name then why—"

"It's part of the policy," he quickly dismissed my question, "Now, please state the age of your death."

"Do you know it?"

"Of course I do! I want to hear it from your mouth though!" he complained.

"Listen, uh… sir, I have no idea what you're talking about…"

"You are Catherina Lillian Higgins, you used to live in Colorado and your parents were Joseph and Kylee Higgins." The bear stated dully.

"Why are you talking in the past sentence?!" I exclaim, ignoring the fearful feeling in my gut.

"Because they're dead, and so are you." He sighed annoyed, "Look, I'm supposed to be the one making the questions."

I look at him indignantly and perplexed. "What do you mean they're dead? They can't be dead, I can't be dead! I'm healthy, I don't remember any tragic accident, I came home and I went to bed and I fell asleep peacefully!"

"Exactly," I could sense a smirk, "You died in your sleep, peacefully. Your parents actually died today."

I feel dizzy, "What year is it?"

"Please state the age of your death."

"What year is it?!"

"The age, please."

"WHAT YEAR IS IT?!"

He stared at me, silenced.

"Please…" I couldn't take it anymore, I felt this body's hot tears stream on my cheeks, "Please… just… seventeen alright? Last time I remember, I was seventeen," I sobbed, "Not five! I was a teen, not a kid! I'm so confused…" I couldn't stop crying, it was too overwhelming now.

His frozen eyes blinked, "The year is 2055."

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"That's impossible…"

"The date is 4th of June."

"No…"

"You've been assigned to this body in this world." He continued.

"What?"

"Your future is decided, Catherine you are special." He approached me but I flinched away from his furry paw, "Your future in this world is important, I know you are shocked, every soul is. But you have to accept this world as your home now. You have to accept Daniel and Lillian Snow as your family and you have to accept that you are now Halsey Julia Penelope Snow. You are no longer Catherine Maria Higgins. You are no longer seventeen years old and you are no longer in your original realm. This is what was chosen for you, and this is what you must accept."

"I don't remember signing any contract." I spat.

It seemed frustrated, "Alright! Wait, there must be a way of a better explanation… oh!" his black and hollow stitched eyes gleamed, "Have you ever heard of those fans that write fictional stories about fictional worlds?"

"You mean… fan fiction?"

"Yes! Well, think about this whole situation as a… original character insert." He seemed proud with his choice of words. I was ready to kick this thing back to the wall.

"What the hell do you mean by that!?"

"Now Catherine, that is not a suitable language for a child," I don't know if he was teasing or serious.

"Just explain, please!"

"I cannot. Not now I mean, not until you truly accept your new life." He walked to the end of my bed.

"Wait, are you leaving?" Did I really care? No. But I needed this teddy bear for more answers.

"Leaving you? Of course not, I'll always be here. As long as you have this toy with you, I'll come back."

"And when that will be?"

"When you're ready to accept your new life as Halsey Snow, of course,"

"B-But, I don't even know what world is this!"

"Hm? Oh, it's the world that your old memories last recognized." He sat down, staring at me, "The world where, I must say, has been a popular choice for lost souls to reborn as in your fiction made of fans."

There is no way that this makes any sense. "The last "world" that I saw wasn't in the future, Mr. Bear." I clenched my teeth to suppress my anger.

Mr. Bear didn't reply.

"Oi…" I tried.

He only stared at me, lifeless.

"Are you there?"

His staring was starting to creep me out. I don't know what the hell just happened but I don't really care, talking with a teddy bear is the least of my problems right now.

I am stuck in a world where vampires and werewolves exist. And the worst part of it is that I am way in the future.

And that I'm five years old again.

There were so many questions around my mind. Why was I in that alley? How did my parents died? Where the hell was I? And most importantly, why is this teddy bear being possessed by someone or something that was so nonchalant about my situation.

Is it God's work? Maybe Buda? His religion is the one with the whole reincarnation belief right?

Oh nuts, this is going to be hard to accept.


A/N: *Awkwardly waits to have at least one review*

Peace ya'll.