So Vile, So Mean

"Alright" Salem said, rather relieved, that was all Reinhardt had to say.

"Do you want to stay with Owen? Maybe Tabitha?" Reinhardt asked sheepishly.

Salem shook her head, she doesn't why, but she had thought Reinhardt came to deliver much more dire news

"Why should I be the one leaving? I live here. And besides, it'll be nice to have a bit of change here I suppose..." the girl firmly stated "Just make sure to tell me when she be moving over so I can tidy the apartment"

Reinhardt was happy to hear this and nodded.

"She should be here in two weeks"

"Alri- How though?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, she is the daughter of the two victims whose case you're currently investigating, so isn't this like, I don't know, improfesional?"

"Well….Technically it's highly looked down upon and very much discouraged, but there isn't any laws or anything of that sort in my job contract that goes legally against this"

"And the relatives?"

"Well, Deaor, the government believed that if any close family friends of the girl's parents were to take her in, it may prove to dissipate any close leads to solving the case"

Salem stared at Reinhardt for good second, "Well, you always did have the knack of helping those in dire need of a home"

Reinhardt pulled into the school parking lot, "Let's not talk about this alright?"

"Hmm, it's the truth but whatever. Anyway, i'll be fast, I just have to pick something up from the school library"

Reinhardt tapped on the driver's wheel and watched as Salem walked into the school building. Once again, did Salem begin to catch onto what's really going on. A knack for always adopting strays when in need.

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"Ms.Thomas, You have a visitor" someone not Damon said.

I was upset or rather I am upset. Yesterday, Damon promised to bring me some soup, not the hospital soup but some soup she cooked herself. She said eating the provided hospital food rather than actual nutritional food isn't as helpful in recovery, especially for a girl with a case such as mine. Though I don't quite know what she means by case, it could mean the reason why I'm here but I can't be sure.

The new nurse claimed that Damon is out for emergency familial problems and that she would be here temporarily till she returns. This new nurse isn't bad at all, a bit cold but she's just doing her job…..Just doing her job huh? I wonder…..

"Hey, Emily?"

I turned my head and saw Salem, I don't know why but something about her really ticks me off.

I wish I could just figure out this feeling towards her and why I have the urge just to stand up and hurt her in some way. She hasn't exactly done anything to earn this much hatred. Maybe it's her voice, or even some little mannerism she has.

"Do you remember why here?" Salem asked.

I shook my head, how could I answer something I don't know?

"About four days ago a family of four died. A mother, father were murdered. The only one who survived was their daughter who only had one injury which was their throat being cut, does any of this seem familiar at all?"

I may be a "naive" princess need of saving but I'm not stupid. I'm Emily Thomas, or rather this person who's body I'm inhabiting belongs to Emily Thomas, I'm Kryta Einz Lancaster.

This much I can guess. My body features don't seem to belong to me but rather to a person not like myself.

Miss Thomas, Hey Emily, these two phrases give me a whole name. Emily Thomas, something happened to her and that's why she's here, but what does this murder that Salem is describing relate to Emily at all? Could it be-

"Not at all?"

I shook my head.

"Oh….."

I must calm down, I must keep my nerve. I'm just overthinking things, perhaps the Emily girl is a witness and that's why she's asking. That must be it! If it's the alternative then, I may be in much more trouble than I have originally thought.

I want to be somewhere else, just not here or back home.

I just wonder how much longer I can truely last here. Perhaps a few days, weeks? What am I even saying? I don't have the ability to speak, everyone around me is treating me like some vulnerable infant, no one dare tell me of my-Emily's situation, nothing at all.

Why am I even here? As far as I know I just happen to go to sleep one day and all of sudden I'm here in this-this PLACE. This isn't how someone treats a princess, known or not! Was it those embezzling servants, one out for revenge, a socceres, my father, or was that Alicia? Who did this?

…...

But is this at all bad? I was a criminal to lots, no one to many, and what do I have? Hmm, perhaps it was deserved. Either way, making me possess the body of someone else is the worst way unless they want me to think I have some Identity crisis….

Identity crisis, huh? Do I even want to go home? Would I still want to be the No Name Princess? The princess no one bothered to name? No matter what my decision may be, that's of no importance, not as of now that is.

stories are miraculous things you see. They shape and emphasize a child's imagination. Some teach kids very important lessons, others bring dreams of joy. One way or the other, it is without doubt stories take part of a child's childhood whether they know it or not. My favourites in particular are those that influence us so much they bring us reason to fear things, to fear certain people, to fear the unknown and known alike, to fear the world. And those stories would always shape the way I dream. I was always alone for the most part of my life, they gave me a chance to be someone else, to just not be me. It would be like a dream, a dream one wouldn't want to wake up from.

And tonight I had a dream, a dream that had a face not resembling those of the stories I would read. It was so vile, so awful, just so awful and horrible. No matter the dream, I must not fear, I can't, I'm not deserving of such a thing, now am I?