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There were two kind of people in the world when it came to wake up in the morning.
Those who had no problem with it in the first place and left the nest at the first hour of morning like a ridiculous bunch of flippant sunshine's that could smother the sun with the glow of their perfect teeth and happy disposition.
With their clean shaved faces and smelling of fresh coolvanilla, walking aroundwith their broad, cheerful smiles plastered on their faces like a bunch of Legoswhile they welcomed a new day with total disposition and eagerness to do stuff.
And then there werethe others.
Yes, the others….
Those who groaned and trashed around under the sheets like the living dead, unable to bring themselves up even if you hit them with a stick or twoas they tried to grasp just five more minutes of sleep before they tried to murder the shit out of those bothering them.
What that had to do with her?Well…that was...because she kinda fell down on the latter group? Yeah, that was it.
Why?
What do you mean why..?
It was not her bloody fault that her body was built different and could not contribute to societies early morning stereotype of workers.
Urgh,it was such a hassle that people never seemed to understand what kind of battle was to even stand up from her bed when the very sheets seemed to turn to life and struggle against her, let alone do anything productive and coherent during those torturous moments where your brain was fried, your ability of speech was fucked and your common sense had gone out of the windowas you stumbled your way out from your own room.
If you did not land on your face first that is.
Those times were the worst.
Luckily or not for her, that was why the alarm clock had been invented in the first place.
Which kid you not she had the utmost believe that whoever had ever had the poignant thought of building such a device had to either be a masochist who enjoyed waking into the insufferable ringing noise blowing just right next to you that could drive any soul insane after going through it day after day...or they were just down right insane in believing that there would be people who may change their tune and appreciate being violently pulled up from Dream land under the constant stream of mechanical ringing
But if it stopped her from getting fired then she was willing to make sacrifices...while also learning that it would be nice for her budget to just nail the damn thing to the table let she in a mad sleepy rage try to throw it at the closest wall.
There were so many dents that wall could take before it gave out..and she really was not looking forward to have another chat with her landlord. The old man had been kind to her, behind those layers of grumpiness there was a softy bear, but dear god how loud he could get when he got pissed.
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However, this time, these moments of unconsciousness where the mind of the person drifted aimlessly through the dark depths of ones own mind until something or someone yanked them away from such ethereal embrace felt…. different.
She had no better words to properly describe it.
At times pouncing on her with what appeared to be a familiar touch, perhaps given the obnoxious sound scraping her brain asunder, but there was a strange sense of unease at the tip of her tongue. Its nature always changing…, not one been the same as the other.
Like hanging from a thread barely above a glacial depth. The air brushing like cold knifes against her….or swimming in a circling current in an endless void, her body wrapped in both a stream of cold and warm waters that played and pushed her either gently or rashly from one side to the other.
However, the one thing she could agree on was the strangeness that it brought her. Still, it did not matter for long, the numbness of her skull started to mildly dissipate around her as the minutes passed.
Like fresh winds been blown around her, they pushed away the weakness of dizziness that was so characteristic of her when been so abruptly pull out of her sleep as if they were a heavy mist.
Slowly changing the darkness of the void around her with a dulled, almost dim far away from her trying to take shape, colors fighting to be noticed and regarded, a fresh actual touch of something cold and ethereal brushing against her cheeks.
Dried lips twitching, fingers slowly flexing and coming to life after been left still for way too long, eyelids slowly trying to recede from their tight seals and grace the waking world.
But when she did…. there was only pain waiting for her.
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It was too sudden.
Too sharp.
A hot, searing sensation of cruel agony flashing in her head from left to rights that caught her totally unprepared.
She closed her eyes almost by instinct alone. Her entire body flinchingas if someone was driving a molten nail into her skull. The pain was almost strong enough to sent her back to the darkness she had come from.
Her sight was also hazy, blurry even which was not great with how her body felt weird and tired all of a sudden.
Heavy, especially on the chest….
Her eyes tried to open up again and again against the heavy weight her lids seemed now to have fallen prey to or perhaps it was the fear of further pain that kept the shut as they tried to get a better clarity of the world around them. Her mouth tried to speak up or just groan...only to feel the scratchiness of a throat that was suffering from dehydration.
Which was just peachy.
Yeah, not getting to a good start. Still, if one thing she was known for was to be stubborn, more so when poked.
``For fucks sake…., did I stop a truck with my forehead or what..?´´
She croaked weakly as she finally found the strength to slowly, yet methodically stir up and raise her head from a rather and delightful soft pillow. It had taken more effort than she had previously thought and so she took a moment to breath in...and out, baby steps…, yes. But it was better than nothing.
The pain was still a bitch though, something that she was reminded when she tried to tilt her head too fast to the side. Making her flinch and grunt.
Already annoyed by whatever the hell was going on she rose a hand to scratch or just rub the spot where the pain was most likely coming from…even though common sense would suggest to leave that place well left alone.
What she was not expecting was for her fingers to touch...a piece of cloth wrapped... around it?
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[What..!?] / ``What…!?
She thought and exclaimed almost at the same time, surprising herself on the spot of how sudden...and weird her voice echoed from her own lips, however she paid it not much heed as she focused on what her hands were tugging at...which by now she had found was neatly and tightly packed all around her head.
Like a...ribbon or something?
What..what the hell is this..!?
She muttered, confused as her fingers continued to touch and brush against...whatever the hell it was that was clinging to her skull!
Paper thin yet not easy to pull out…
Silky…, yet rough to the touch.
And clearly well wrapped around her head that it left no easy way to know where it started...or where it ended.
She frowned, not understanding what was going on. As far as she was aware, those were not her headphones that had decided to become paper thin and so tightly wrapped around her head and hair, nor she remembered putting anything of the sort when she was awak-
She stopped. Her thoughts pausing on their own.., her mind fumbling onto itself, growing heavy and... her lose track of things.
When she..
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When she was..
She was..
She bit her lip, jaws clenching while using a hand to hold her head in place as she grimaced both at the pain and frustration at her apparent difficulty to weave her thoughts in a correct and orderly manner.
Forget been hit by a truck, this was more akin to have a crowbar stuck in her brain and someone was twisting it without mercy.
Her frustration however led way to a particular increase in her concentration if only by the sheer stubbornest that it prompted.
It was then that she felt that something was terribly amiss.
Like an internal clock that had been running smoothly against the current finally starting to chip and creak, the sound of each gear echoing louder and louder with each passing second that one could no longer ignore.
And now that she was aware….the pieces started to fall one by one around her. Or in this case, that silent voice of her subconscious that was shouting like a madman at the back of her skull as if it was an angry baseball coach cursing the name of a rather lousy batter.
Since when did she went to sleep….?
That was strike one.
As far as she remembered, she had been standing right next to her computer. Nowhere near her bedroom or anywhere else for that matter...and she had been very fucking awake since she had been playing Genshin and having that moment of respite for a break.
She grimaced as she tried to wreck her brain for answers….something in which her body took no liking to and led her known in spades.
``Urgh, this is the mother of all migraines...´´
The last thing she remembered was seeing that option pop on the screen and just select it….so unless she had suffered a heart attack in which she had recovered by itself and then walked away back to her room on her own like a sleepwalker only to forget about it then...it didn't bloody made sense!
The dizziness started to recede once more, however...she found no peace of mind as the room started to become more clear to her, or perhaps given that she was finally paying any attention to it instead of having her fingers scramble over her face in some poorly attempt to ease the pain in her skull.
Finally her eyes catching on the frames and forms of furniture and colors of walls and ceilings. Of how the light of day streamed through an open window while a gentle breeze of cool air waltzed through.
The floors were made of a rare black marble that seemed to emulate a starry night, a set of columns could be seen around the round, stylish, embellished statues carved into them of significant beauty that would have made a sculptor worth their salt blush of envy.
The walls were painted in several shades and hues of whites, blues and violets, masterfully interlining with one another to a point like the waves of the sea or the ethereal clouds in the sky.
It was a lovely place..and that was without taking into account the several sets of furniture that were neatly placed within the room. Clearly made out of oak and several other types of woods given the difference in their color patterns or how robust they appeared to be and the sheer quality of their craft.
Chairs, desks, wardrobes, cupboards, bookshelves, you named it there was of it.
The place had to cost an entire fortune.
However whatever awe of joy she could find on it would be short lived, especially with how alien the environment was to her.
That was strike two..
This was not her room
This was not her home
A prickle of cold sweat was sliding down her skin while her hands tugged and clasped tightly at the sheets still covering the rest of her body as she had no idea where she was, and more importantly...who had drag her there.
Her eyes darted from left to rights, hoping and dreading at the same time that she would find someone spying on her from a corner, to watch whether her body was restrained in anyway by some sort of rope or handcuffs or chains to the bed or something like in those games and doujins she used to watch.
Cliche yes, and not very bright of her to assume reality had anything to do with fantasy….but right now she was running on what she was knew or was used to.
She found nothing.
Nothing a t all…
Well, that was something. The lack of clues puzzled her to no end….after all, if someone had kidnapped her then they were doing a terrible job at it by not restraining her as they should.
Though not like she would nag much about it, no thank you, she was fond on living.
And lastly….there was something wrong with her body. Ignoring the skull breaking pain, and the weight on her chest, she kinda felt….bigger?
Of all the things she could have come across in her deductions that perhaps should not have been on the priority list, but it had come nonetheless. She had never been the tallest gal she would begrudgingly admit, but….the floor seemed further away from her line of sight than before.
Not much mind you…, but enough for her to somehow take notice of said change before anything else.
It felt wrong…, but perhaps it was just that the bed itself was higher than what she was used to.
However, such thoughts were crushed completely a few seconds later.
Glancing down, she looked at her hand….and instead of finding the tanned skin of a girl that lived near the coast and took too much of a liking to the heat of the summer sun what graced her eyes was a pale, feminine and utterly graceful hand.
Where there should have been roughness and calluses from work only an endearing softness remained.
Where short and crude nails should be, large and brightly polished ones stood in their place. So clean that she could almost see her own reflection on them.
And where the muscles of her arms should have been, in their stead was a lithe stylish white nightgown that barely exposed her long and now apparently thin yet elegant arms.
A quick look to the other side exposed that the same had happened to her other arm.
Alright, this was bad.
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Bad? Just bad!? No, screw that! This was a full blown panic attack….!
Hyperventilating, hands clenching tightly, eyes open wide and darting around in sheer frantic need of something no matter how small to deny what these strange events where leading her to.
She needed to see.
She NEEDED something to see what else had changed….or perhaps, as that small voice at the back of her head whispered...what had not.
She found the answer on an oval mirror that was clearly made to be gazed upon by standing given its sheer size.
Against her better judgment and whatever condition she had previously been since awakening, she quickly threw off the blankets still covering her and stood out from the bed. Her naked soles of her feet touching the cold, frigid floor as she stumbled her way in her attempt to rush to the dresser mirror.
Only to get one of her feet caught up on the edge of the sheets now spilled out on the floor and failing on her face with a comical yelp of surprise.
Not... a happy landing...
She groaned weakly, not liking at all the way her face was pressed flat against the cold floor.
Still, she tried to ignore the throbbing of her head that tried to emulate the chiming of a church bell as she kicked away the blasted thing and scrambled as fast as she could to the mirror, brushing away with a swift yet albeit clumsy the strands of hair that seemed to obscure for a moment her sight.
Things fell down to the floor and scattered everywhere as she made a mad dash towards her target and grabbed the edges of the frame holding the mirror. She would have been worried about the shards that were now all over the ground...had she not been stupefied at the sight of the person glaring back.
A tall, beautiful young looking woman who was by far a head and half taller than she should have been, with a delight of an hourglass figure covered by the long and lithe nightgown that clung rather tightly in certain areas of her body...especially around her...generous assets.
Long, dark pink hair smoothly tied into a braided side ponytail that seemed to try to cover part of her face as it easily reached past her shoulders. Dark green-blue eyes that one could have found themselves falling with longing and desire alongside those scarlet lips of hers that seemed to accentuate her femininity even more.
And the cloth that she felt so tightly wrapped around her head? Well, that was actually a bandage.
It was a face she knew.
One that she had come to know not that long ago at that in fact through drawings or a screen….
And to be honest…. she would have called her breath taking, perhaps even cute if the image was not staring back at her with the same chaotic, despair filled frenzy that she was exudingat this very moment.
It took her a while to realize that she was not looking at some sort of ultra realistic painting or perhapsa person inside a magic box or something..
But rather... at herself.
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No.
No, no., no.., no.., no.., no….
Not herself..
That face did not belong to her. It couldn't…! T-there was no fucking way! Because she was herself, she had always been herself, n-not someone else she was sure of it..!
Her heartbeat started to throb violently and painfully in her chest, her blood pumping faster inside her veins and the world starting to spin around her as if her mind was at the center of a hurricane.
Cold sweat now drenching her gown, the fair skin glistening as the droplets of sweat continued to slid down.
Her breath by then hushed and overworked..became hectic and shallow with each pitiful intake of air, driven further and further into a never ending pit as adrenaline continued to ran through her veins .
She fell to her knees, holding her head before pushing the dresser mirror away…. but the sight that trouble her so much was now imprinted in her brainnor it would ever leave her.
This was not the body she had been born with, the one she had been living and seeing it grown as the years went by.
There was too much going on.
It was too much.
With all the nonsensical chaos she had been sent in, the pain in her skull, the dizziness of a mind trying to grasp on straws to make everything try to make sense where it could not.
It was not surprising then that she choose to do the only thing that came to mind as her mouth open up widely.
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She screamed.
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A/N
Hi everyone, here comes another chapter and the beginning of the madness that awaits us.Forgive me for any grammar mistakes you may find and I hope you may like it.Feel free to share your thoughts on the story.