Summary: I'm a college student, I'm a simple country woman, I'm a soulless monster. I was never these things at the same time. Until I was.

Prologue,

I wasn't reborn remembering my past life. I was truly reincarnated with absolutely no memories of my past life. I lived and died with no knowledge of who I was or what I would become.

I was just a wife and mother of two boys.

Until I wasn't. But I still was.

My last thought as Gloria Rodriguez, while I saw the ceiling of my small second floor apartment, cave down on me during a massive earthquake was, 'This is going to really hurt.'

And then pain.

It felt like my every nerve ending was lit on fire and then splashed with acid in an attempt to put the fire out.

Everything hurt, it hurt to breathe.

But even with all the pain I was in I was aware of the fact that there was no rubble on top of me, no crushing weight. Had my broken body been dragged from the rubble of my building?

I opened my eyes to see not my apartment or any room I had ever seen before. A heavy, but gradually lifting, fog(steam?) blanketed the room, but as it cleared I was able to see bookcases filled to the brim, tables littered with chemistry equipment, blown out(up?) wall sconces, a stone floor that I was laying on- Wait, is this me?!

I finally got a good look at myself, and quickly figured out why I was in so much pain.

My arms were bent at awkward angles, my legs seemed to be nonexistent, my neck felt broken.

Everything felt twisted and that wasn't even the cherry on top of this messed up sundae, oh no.

The fact that my organs were on the outsideofmybody was the real kicker.

I let out a scream at the sight of my(heartbeatinglungsinflatingohgod), well, I tried to scream, all I really did was let out a sick sounding rasp that felt like razor blades were being dragged on the inside of my throat.

I lifted my arm(it'swrongithurts)to...I don't know? Try to shove my organs back in my body? Which while I now think about it how am I still alive with my organs outside my body?!

"M-Mom?"

And I wasn't alone.

AN: Thanks for reading! Sorry if it's too short. This is my first ever published fanfic, normally I only write for myself, but I really felt like sharing this piece.

And yes! This is a Trisha!SI or more accurately a Sloth!SI.

Please forgive me in advance since I can't be sure if I will be able to update quickly or continue at all.

Constructive criticism is welcome, just please nothing overly harsh as I said this is my first time ever publishing one of my works. - Lia

DISCLAIMER FOR ENTIRE STORY OPHELIA ELRIC DOES NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST