"Evy, my sweet daughter." That voice, which appeared to belong to a man, who called this girl.
His voice seemed to be close, but far from reaching. I was unable to review anything, let alone reach someone. It is dark as it has always been in my life, but with something different than usual.
Something had changed, and I couldn't remember what could have happened. However, I am sure that something had changed.
For a moment I thought about where I was and what happened to me, and why I remember almost nothing. Only echoing voices passed through my head when I tried to remember. And just by screaming I couldn't take it right after I remembered something impacting under my body. My heart had stopped only for an instant, which seemed like hours, but when I could go into more shock than I could be, I remembered the darkness that kept me from opening my eyes.
With sincerity, I felt the fear run over my bloody skin for a moment, as it happened in the accident. Ah. At that time I could be dead just to see my arms and the way I am: spoiled. It was being the same as the shape in my dreams, where Mom glorified seeing something bad happen to me. And, wow, as she wanted, it happened.
Probably because of his willpower he caused that accident to occur, and to be here, where my end may be. But, I don't believe in assumptions, let alone in plagues. That was an accident, and I was careless without paying attention to the street. In the end, it becomes the fault of the accident victim herself.
So I didn't expect it to end like this.
Dying without making my dreams come true, or having a youth away from home, without depending on the parents. Ah. A desire to be alive showed in my heart, and I could still feel the pounding.
"What is happening…?" I asked myself as if it were almost a whisper. My hand, which was crossing my other arm, turned to touch the center, where I heard the rapid heartbeat.
I didn't know what could be happening, but that darkness where I was started to shine in such a way that I didn't know what happened next.
The voice of that man who said in a voice so sweet and gelite, came closer to my mind, and when I found myself, a figure became in front of my eyes when I finally managed to wake up.
"My daughter!" A man in whom I didn't have the greatest of people, hugged me without me understanding anything.
The first thing that occurred to me was to push that man away. I got scared. I didn't know who this guy is. Let alone where I am. But, after all, what could be happening?
This man. Me. Why am I here?
He fell to the ground on impact, groaning in pain as he collided. When that happened, it was only now that I was able to see what the place looked like, and his. This man did not appear to be a father, much less a grandfather to call me his daughter. I know I'm not, much less the daughter of a guy who wears old clothes. His appearance is to frighten anyone who saw him on the street, wearing the clothes of a prince in half a 21st century. Except, seeing a man maybe 25 years old call me a daughter, made me afraid of being a complete nut.
What do I do? I thought to myself. When I got up to leave, I grabbed the first thing I saw, without thinking about everything that was happening. There was a vase next to a bed that was. I took it as a way to protect this crazy person.
He got up quickly when he saw me running for the door, but I stopped him before he could touch me. "Stay away from me!" I shouted at him raising the vase.
"Evy, it's me, your dad!" He said when he tried to approach me. "It's me, Evy. Don't be afraid ..." More steps were taken, and I didn't know what to do. Something about me didn't want to hit him.
A pain ran down my spine, and the vessel fell as a result when the pain returned to my hands. The vase was raised right on top of me, and when it was going to hit me, I felt someone hold the vase as much as I did. He had helped me.
"It's ok?" He asked. "Phew, the vase didn't fall on you .." He looked relieved when I looked him in the eye. Only then did I see that I was still close to him, and then I walked away again.
"Who are you?" I asked him. "Why do you call me Evy?" Now I will not be able to do anything, because weak as I am will not help in any way to escape. I must be civilized and remember.
A minute ago I had an accident, and now I'm here in a luxurious room and a guy who wears strange clothes. Well, when I saw myself, I didn't even see the birthmark on my arm,and let alone my clothes. She was dressed in a grandma-style sweater, only in Victorian style.
After all, what world is this?
"Sit down. It's better for you. You're still sick." He said. "So I can tell you everything, Evy." Even though his order was contradictory, I couldn't resist. I feel like my body is going to collapse.
I just wanted to understand what is going on. to the reason I'm here. And in which he calls me by name a character from a novel.
When I sat down calmly, that man walked slowly and sat in an armchair near the bed where I am. If he said he was my father again, I don't know if he would believe it anymore. "My name is Leonis, your father." I don't even believe this guy anymore. To say that I am your daughter is the culmination. I have parents, and I know who they are. They could never be as caring as this man is being with me.
A strange sensation passed over me, just as he took her hand and touched mine. I thought about taking it, but none of it was being so bad. After all it could be a dream. "I am not your daughter, Mr. Leonis." I said to release your hand. "First of all, I couldn't be the daughter of someone almost my age. And second, I know who my parents are."
Oh! He laughed. That was not funny. Maybe this guy just wants to make fun of me. "This is the third time you've said that I don't look like your dad." He said. "But for my age it was more than time to have a descendant, right?" Hm? I didn't understand what he meant. It is obvious that he is not a father!
"You are not my father. A father must look like a..." I was irritated about to hit another vase on him, but he interrupted me for completing. "An old?" He laughed right away.
"Stop laughing! I'm serious! I'm not your daughter, so let me go!" I screamed with all the hate. Staying here and still listening to him left me confused, and I didn't like it. I hate it when people play with me. It should only be one more.
"I'm not kidding, Evy." I could be screwed up and confused, but what I felt before came out when I saw him serious, and a little scary. He's not normal. "I may look young, but I didn't choose that. You know, well, I don't think you know anymore, but I am your father." He said it so easily that he even doubted it ..
"How?" I asked him almost as a challenge. "I know old parents, and not nearly my age." He said it again, already evaluating if he had a vase next to me.
"I am not human. But I can grow old to a certain age like your mother." I said in the beginning of the conversation. "As I said before, I may look young but I'm not."
What? What's going on here?
First, he said he was my father, and now he says he is not human. What world is this and where am I? Where are my parents and my older brother? Besides, what world is this?
Wait.
All times he called me as Evy. And the only person l know that called Evy doesn't exist in my world. Nor is it a lie that I died. I remember it perfectly. It was not a dream, let alone here. Dreams people don't feel pain, and I did.
My mother, not even my brother, was here. I no longer had the birthmark on my arm, let alone the color of my short hair. So, I ignored that all this, we went and it was a dream. But a dream doesn't feel pain, and it doesn't feel alive. My hair is long, with a color that can never be said to be natural: a much lighter pink. My skin is lighter, and I feel anxious every time I get up. So, what can this be?
A second chance?
"Evy?" Leonis said gently. Something I never felt in my parents. He treated me differently, like a sick person would be treated by his parents.
"How did you call me?" I asked him. I pressed my fingers tightly to my feet, and I felt pain. "What?" He said without understanding. " What's my name?" I asked him again, being more direct. "Repeat please."
"I called you by your name, Evy." His hands covered mine, and I felt a warmth over them, as a comfort. And I was sure what that is.
Like in novels I've read, I'm like one. When I was alive, considering these crazy ideas was never to my liking, because it didn't exist for me. But now that I am seeing and feeling now, I can know that I am alive again. Not as the old girl alone without love, but as one I admired on paper.
Evy Manneville, the villain of this world, who has now reincarnated like her.
A second chance given by a God maybe, but unsuccessful as I can also die here too