When I was younger, everything was a disaster.
When I was younger, my father was a leader. A warrior.
When I was younger, my mother was feared. Every maidens always hung their head down, never dare to look into my mother's eyes.
When I was younger, my parents was known to be powerful. People respect them. But I don't. They don't know that. To me, they're just plain ruthless.
When I was younger, I was always told to be quiet. I wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to. In the end, nobody ever told me to voice a word. So I never did.
When I was younger, I witnessed death almost daily, that it became a usual things in life. I never feared witnessing it, no matter how gruesome it was.
When I was younger, I was the only child. Me, and my parents. And where I live, I wasn't allowed any friends, so I never learns how to be socialize.
When I was younger, there's nothing funny. There's nothing sad, there's nothing depressing, there's nothing scary, and there's nothing important.. at least there's non for me. Despite witnessing deaths, I was never haunted by the memories. The maids weren't allowed to jokes around, so I never get what humor means.
When I was younger, I was never treated as a person. I was a mere thing in a child body. Every slaves, every soldier, every, single person around me only looked at me with utter fear, and nothing else.
When I was younger, my parents never loves. A few times I catch them eyeing me, there was only glimpses of horror and disgust. I didn't understand. But I didn't care either.
When I was younger, I never learns to show emotions. My facade stay neutral, always.
When I was younger, my knowledge of fighting skills and assasination, was already terrifying. I killed my father's Second in Command, Sir Luther, when I was 6, with his own killing technique.
When I was younger, I knew I wasn't normal. My surrounding set my mind to auto. I was a killing machine, created since born. But I was never meant to be. Not a nightmare to my own kingdom.
So I was killed. I died.
I know I did. Cause I woke up one day, as a newly born infant. The people that hold me was what they called doctor and nurses.
They was confused, and almost panicked. I didn't know why.. I heard one of them said I wasn't crying.
I guess that's a bad sign. So I did. I cried. Just then did they stop panicking.
I learned. I was reincarnated. I was born again after 2 000 years. With all knowledge I'd gained in my previous life.
A child, with a valuable knowledge of 2 thousands years ago. A child, with a 8 years worth of memories.
I was born as Victoria Aguilera. And in this life, I was born as Victoria Vega. With a sister this time, an older sister. Which as we grow up, she became a pain.. granted my facade, emotionally wasn't affected with reincarnation. Me and my neutral face, neutral emotion.
My family always found me, as an odd child. Everyone does. They got used to it, eventually.
My childhood in this life, I found it strange. It's so foreign to me. My parents loves me. My sister care, well, I know she do care anyway. People don't really eyes me with fear. My parents never look at me with disgust and horror. I felt something for the first time in my life. Relieve.
No ones judge me like I was a deceased anymore. For that, I am relieved.
I don't like being crowded thought, so I never mingles with people. Not at school, not at any occasions. Rarely with my family.
In this life, my father was a cop. A person who serves the nation as an officer of law. He stays true with his job.
My mother was a lawyer. A fine one at that. So both my parents are rather strict to law.
Our house has an attic. (the very same house, mind you) When I was 5, I discovered it. My parents never really went up there, so I never really learns it existance. I already have my own room. But I likes the attic. It has this triangular window, that gives you the best view in the house. It's also a little dull in colour and light, it immeadiatly becomes my favourite. It's pretty spacious, and it gets silence, so I got my parents to let me have it as my room. Not like I talk very frequently, but when I did, everyone looks at me, cause if you observes me, I usually don't voice a word for months. My parents agreed, and later the attic became my sanctuary. My old room was turned into a game/movie room, cause Trina starts doing sleepover parties with her friends, so the room was filled with sleepover party's 'needs and basic'.
I was always in my attic. I didn't called it my room, attic sounds more decent, so my family learned it as it is.
I don't do school. My parents gave up on "schooling" me when I was 9.
I always stay at home. In my attic.
My parents was always proud of me thought. I was intelligent even without proper education. I was born a genius, like my previous life.
My parents spoiled me and Trina with whatever we want. Trina got a Pearphone when she was 12. I got mine when I was 11, along with a laptop, headphone, wi-fi, TV and a latest, the best computer version of the year. Trina never bother with technologies all that much, she's all about, fashion, and her diva facilities.
I wears hoodies all the time. I wear it to sleep even. I have about 55 hoodies in my closet.
I'm a book lovers. My bookshelf are filled with books from novels, to the most complicated books existed.
I collected DVDs too. I'm a fan of horror, gory, and mystery/thriller. It never fazed me. There's my collections of Scream, It Follows, IT, Friday the 13th, The Rings, Saw, Annabelle, and apart from Scream and It Follows, I collects some classic horror, like 28 Days Later, The Exorcist, and The Strangers. My best collections was The Scissoring. I have all from the movie to the Director's Cut.
To get this Intro done with, this story, tells you, about The Girl In The Attic, who bores the intimidating and mysterious vibe. This girl who attracts another girl with sense of gothic. This girl, that owns everything nobody else have. A History.
Hello folks! I can't think of anything to continue with The Sharingan. I'll tell you if I'll give up, or I'll do a rewrite. For now, this idea to write this story just hit me today, this day where I published this chappy. So for now, let settle in mysterious vibe. Do tell me your opinions.