Chapter 1:

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"Are you ok, ma'am?"

Huh?

A distraught woman glanced around the room, while a confused expression washed over her face, as if she had absolutely, no idea, what the current situation was.

"I need you to hold on, for your safety, and the baby's, got it?"

The by-standing, blue robed woman, seemingly, a nurse, tenderly whispered, as she grasped the woman's hands tightly, bringing her head down, in a consoling manner.

Huh?

"Elizabeth! Grab a hold of yourself! You're in labour, and you had just fainted! Stop dozing off! We can't afford that right now!"

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Elizabeth.

I see, that's my apparent name.

Well, since I'm in labour, I guess...I'll just do, what I gotta do, then..

I'll deal with...Uh...This situation.

Sighs

This still hurts really bad.

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"You did great, Eliza..."

An elderly woman whispered, in a sincere tone, as she stroked Elizabeth's sweat drenched face, while gazing towards the tired woman, with an affectionate look.

So, this is the body's mother...

"Thanks mom." Elizabeth replied, as she laid still on the hospital bed, completely exhausted, while slightly smiling, content from her previously, received compliment.

"Dear..."

"Mhm?" Elizabeth instinctively responded, as she looked into the ceiling, contemplating on her present predicament.

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"You're hungry, yes?" The lady asked, after staying silent for a notice, plastering a bright smile across her face, clasping her fragile, pale hands, in her woollen lap.

"You know me quite well." Elizabeth exclaimed, as she chuckled for a short moment, before she peered over to her, supposed, mother, who, unexpectedly, had a sentimental guise, casted over her eyes.

"Dear..."

"Don't worry about it too much. Just help me get some food, ok?" Elizabeth smiled brightly, while the uttered words, slipped out of her mouth, going along with the cooling breeze, that entered through the opened, glass window.

"Alright honey, I'll be right back." The lady whispered, as she walked out of the small, quiet room, that was contrastingly, chaotic just before, gently closing the door upon her exit.

Elizabeth looked up, onto the bumpy, white ceiling, feeling completely overwhelmed with the amount of information she was, perhaps, coincidentally handed, with the large quantity of confusion, that it had brought;

The body owner's past.

"A trifling past, I'd say."

But, after organizing her memories, and salvaging what I can, I've been able to generally summarize her past.

Basically;

A nice farmer girl, who lived with her mother, peacefully, and in the country side, relying on their own abilities to survive, but, to her pleasant surprise, she suddenly became pregnant, without knowing why.

According to what she can remember, she woke up one day, with a terrible headache, and started throwing up, like the often, popularized symptoms, of pregnancy.

Naturally, like any young, youthful woman, she was frightened.

I mean, who wouldn't?

But the worst part was;

She couldn't blame herself, nor anyone.

Nothing had contributed to it;

No alcohol, no nothing.

Oh, also, it seems like the host hated the baby, and planned to abort it; aHa, but, it was too expensive.

So, then, her plans were to drop him/her, into an orphanage...

Since she planned to do that...

I suppose...

I'll follow her path of action, and I'll just get 2 birds, with one stone, after all, I don't want to deal with another kid.

I mean, I did note, that my child murdered me.

You can call me heartless, and whatsoever, but, after receiving these memories, I have a lot of things to do, such as getting revenge, creating schemes...Y'know...

It's the least I can do, for the original Elizabeth, for letting me taste life, once again.

Elizabeth sighed, as she finally thought her things through, yet, despite that, a profound melancholy slipped onto her shoulders, whispering small utters of torture, and sorrow, seeping an unbearable heartache into her skin.

She knew why.

It was simply because, she couldn't dare to leave such a, young infant alone, and doing so, would go through her iron morals, but, most of all, her maternal instincts wouldn't let her.

Elizabeth gazed at the standing, white wall in front of her, as all her surroundings twinkled with clarity, before her eyes, and ears twitched in comfort.

It won't hurt, if I look at my child, just once.

Just once.

Nothing more.

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