Introduction
I should not be here
Why am I here?
I'm supposed to be dead
Being dead felt nice it was warm and comfy.
I don't want to be here.
It was bright, and warm and I was sad so very sad. If I am reborn again, why am I made to remember the past, to remember my past, why couldn't I forget. Yes, in this life I had both parents and an older brother, and yet.
I don't want to be here…
I was in the same room I have been in for almost two years; it is bright with pink walls and no dark corners abed that sits against the wall with a to lounge chairs the reside adjacent to the chest of draws and bed. But there are no windows and only two doors one leads to a bathroom and another outside. I am not allowed outside, but that is okay, I don't mind.
In this life my name is Yuki Kuran, I am the only daughter to Juri and Haruka Kuran, and younger sister to Kaname Kuran. They each have similar traits blood brown eyes that hide a darkness that they fight and soft brown hair. My mother is kind and graceful she and my brother read me stories of innocent lies of princes and soulmates and I pretend that I believe in them as well, that I am a new soul rather than an old one. My father tucks me into bed and leaves me with a kiss and whispers of a future of happiness. They are good people. They are rare
A part of me feels guilty for worrying these people that care for me, they worry about my joy and laughter that commonly accompanies a child. But I am not a child, and they know this on a level.
I know that they know because they asked me five days after my second birthday.
Juri and Haruka had sat me down on a chair facing them with Kaname sitting next to me,
"Yuki, is there something you wish to tell us, no matter what we love you" she had said it with such a gentle voice that I couldn't help but look at my lap, and twist my fingers in my soft pink dress. I had never felt this softness that settled in my chest or the ache that accompanied the sadness in my mothers' eyes, the softness of fabric on my skin.
"I…" I trailed off how could I explain that I had already lived once and that once was enough, that I became so entirely broken I ended it myself, only to end up here.
"I remember things I shouldn't" I still gazed at me lap, I didn't want to see the gaze that they would look at me with the love and compassion I had never seen before.
my mother still had that soft smile in her voice when she spoke, but her voice trembled with the emotions she tried to mask.
"Like what Yuki, it's alright we won't love you any less. We promise" It was only then that I looked up, their eyes shined with the truth in their words.
"I remember my past life"
