Chapter 8: Character Building

"Who are you?" I ask a beautiful girl.

" I am you," she responds. Her voice is mournful and the way her bottom lip quivers makes it seem like she's going to burst into tears at any moment.

I shake my head. I've never met this girl before and yet, she seemed oddly similar. I look down at myself, but instead of seeming my own body, I see slender limbs and pale skin covered in a sold cream-colored rode.

I look back at the girl and somehow I know that we look identical. I shake my head again. No. I am not this girl, we may look the same but I am..I am...

Who am I?

I couldn't remember a single thing about myself. Not my name or my parent's names. I knew I had parents...at one point. But when I tried to remember their faces, they seemed blurred. I tried harder and focused, but the image of a kind elderly woman in a clean shirt and gardening gloves slowly morphed into a very stern looking woman that wore extravagant purple robes.

" you see?" the girl hissed into my ear. I shivered and tried to take a step back but the girl grabbed my wrist. I yelped her hand was white-hot. Burning into my flesh.

I began to thrash wildly but the girl only tightened her grip. Her beautiful face became uglier as her veins tuned black and her pupils dilated. Suddenly it felt like she had bug her claws into my skin and was ripping me apart!

I screamed.

" &^%$#%*()%$#" I'll admit to using some pretty colorful language as I came to. I rubbed my aching temples and fought the urge to cry. I wanted this transmigration to be as easy as possible, but the whole dying than being transported into the body of an abused child that died horribly and then receiving all their memories plus your own and now are having an identity crisis thing wasn't exactly a smooth transition into my new life.

The nightmare had been unsettling in more than one way. I tried to remember the faces of my parents and slowly they came into view, clear as day.

I still felt uneasy. I knew that if I forgot my loved ones, it would be easier to leave behind my past self. But I wasn't sure I wanted to forget them. Even though when I thought of them my heart ached with loss. The pain was because I loved them, and that love was something extremely precious to me.

A knock sounded. And a sweet voice drifted from outside.

" Come in." I called, expecting to see one of my non-murderous companions. Instead our servants entered the room, each where traditional Chinese style clothing.

" Miss, please allow these lowly servants to attend you." they each bowed respectfully and I just stared for a moment, unsure of what to do. When they didn't raise their heads I panicked a bit and stammered out, "uh-yeah, sure. Thank you" ✧˖°

The woman raised their heads and began to help me out of bed. They were very attentive as they dressed me and were always cautious of my injuries.

I felt a little uncomfortable about being dressed, but one look at the various layers of clothing I decided it was best to leave it to the professionals. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯