Prologue
"Time of death 11:40,"
A woman's voice said as if it she'd done it millions of times.
Time of death? Death of whom? She thought of the perplexity of the statement. On her consciousness full awake, evidently her whole system felt like worse than she'd ever experienced. Her muscles ached when it moved a little. Her bones almost feel funny. Everything was weird and dark.
Then out of the blue someone touched the sheet, making its way above her face, and she couldn't hold back anymore but to force any ounce of energy she left to summon all her strength to escape the darkness of her vision.
Her eyes opened and she gasped, taking all the air she could have.
Her eyes landed upon them- to the woman who was wearing laboratory coat, and few people she knows. On their visage, she saw nothing but disbelief and disturbance as their gaze wide opened. The intensity of their glare sent nothing but to heighten her anxiety.
Why? Was there something wrong with her? Where was she by the way?
"Impossible," whispered by her mother.
"Tell me! It's impossible!" Her mother's voice rose with an urgency to have an answer.
"Please calm down Inoue-san, we'll review anything and check her laboratories and vital sign if we made a mistake." The woman said on her calm voice while still not on ease of what had occurred.
"Mother, what's happening?" she spoke at last, for she couldn't endure the animosity hanging around the air, while it left harsh hoarse on her throat.
They all just stared her. Not a word came, and she clearly despise it the way they making her unknown to everything.
What's was it?!
But when her vision met on the glass by the window, an image was reflected. It was a girl. Beautiful as it fit exactly. Even covered in white sheets and wore a simple white dress, it still suites her. Her red hair became more radiant, her skin glows more, but what caught her was the sea green eyes staring back at her. It couldn't be her.
She laughed and the image laughed, mirroring her actions. It couldn't be her! It wasn't her. She denied it with all her heart. However, when her fingers touched something delicate on her neck, the memories flood. It was violently taking everything in her mind. It erupted when it thrust the most sensitive memories, powerfully sinking her in tidal waves of emotions.
Unveiled to the truth, her heart constricted, and gripping her chest helplessly, while the hot liquids came out voluntary, flowing down to her face. To her anguish, almost everything inside her mourned as she could do nothing to cease the spasm of torment, while leaving her vulnerable to the emotion, as it was closest to betrayal to weep for someone who would never care.
'How could he?! How could he?' she lamented.
And then everything went mix, like all the colours splashed to the blank canvas, only filled with rage and madness.
A/N: This isn't an angsty fic, guys.