Alexus, a young adult girl whom wish death upon herself ever since she came to realize how cruel the real world actually was. Her will to live start declining as the endless depression and confusion drown her in her own nightmare of this deep failure and hopelessness.

Ever since she can think for herself and judge what is 'right' & 'wrong', she grew rebellious when her younger brother, 5 years younger then her seem to be treated a lot better then her—-not in terms of mother and father affection, she understands that part, but in terms of treatment.

He gets away with every little things she had been disciplined of, get in trouble/DRAGGED into all his mistakes, and forced to teach him everything he refused to learn in school. And better not, very much unappreciated and disrespected by her own blood. Yet…somehow she still have some lingering attachment to all their toxicness. Whenever there's an ugly comment on her hard-work, she bares no grudge, but the complete opposite, hate herself.

On her 18th birthday she celebrate being 'legally' kicked out by her parents, not wanting anything to do with her. With her last hope of survival—a reason to live, was no more, than an empty thoughtless thought.

That's…the summary of my past life I guess.

Nothing interesting.

Nothing out of concern.

Nothing important.

Nothing…out of ordinary.

Just, nothing.

𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.

𝑁𝑜𝑟 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝑜𝑛𝑒

It was around 5 hours ago that I had woken up in this world—in this body.

When I had just woke up after being kicked out by my parents as soon as I turned 18, I died. No idea how, but I thought It was amazing how my death was painless.

But.

___5 hours ago___

*hik…wahh*

*sob*

Why….is it so loud?

I have no one to come to my funeral, even if I do, I can't possible hear their cries now can I?

"Vianci...mom and dad is sorry, we're sorry for not paying much attention you…please, we'll work harder and more to give you whatever is you want….to—"

They seem genuine, so much genuine.

So much—love.

Is fate trying to pull tricks on me? Letting me hear such emotional words I've never heard of? Letting me listen to such caring and desperate cries for who knows what happened to their daughter-? I had no regrets but this…is making me feel bad—

"Am I…not dead..yet…?"

Those were the first only words I can say, or thought of saying.

"NO! How could you say such a thing! We're sorry, we're truly sorry, please Vianci, please don't…we'll find a way, don't worry, although it may be a burden to you, if you would just agree to live…mom and dad will make it better for you, we promise. Please..h"

I could slightly open my eyes which I had wish it would stay closed forever. I got a glimpse of these teary couple.

𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢?

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒?

𝐼𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡.....𝑉𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓.

𝐴𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠?

𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑'𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒.

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔...𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜

𝙒𝙝𝙮, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒...?

"I don't know you…"

I said with a rash voice.

The shock in their eyes as I blurt it out.

I feel bad.

"No…we're your parents no matter what, please Vianci…just—-it's alright not to recognize us, you've been through so much because of us…you waking up is a miracle and more then enough for me." A women whom claimed to be my mother said wiping her tears away and smile warmly.

She's…sweet very..

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮...

𝐼𝑚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑚 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠...

𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 '𝙢𝙚'

Therefore I can never accept it no matter how much I want to.

There's an open widow in the very corner of this room, there seem to be a deep pond right outside of it.

𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙩

Though I felt bad, this place is not for me, I can feel their confusion as I got up slowly on my own and start making my way towards the open window, this is only a one story house so they probably thought I'm just trying to get some fresh air or look outside, but their movements were faster then what their thoughts could process when I attempted to clime over the window.

"NO!" They both said terrified with tears yet again in the eyes as they grabbed my whole body and dragged me inside, onto the floor with all the energy they could rustle up.

"WE'RE SORRY WE COULDN'T MAKE ENOUGH MONEY TO GET YOU THAT DRESS FROM QUIVEE YOU'VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF WEARING FOR YOUR COMING OF AGE!"

"WE'LL TRY HARDER, WE'LL DO MORE NIGHTSHIFT, WE'LL FIND ANOTHER JOB, JUST ANYTHING…! Please….stop, don't.."

Tears start forming my eyes…I don't know them…we're so different, we're separate people, we're completely strangers, yet…why…are tears forming…?

I looked over where there happens to be a mirror.

Waist length, Peach-ish brown hair color, the vertex hair, the very middle of it is dark gray-ish.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦

I thought. That's when I've came to realize what had happened.

𝐼𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑.

These people here are side characters—we're peasants, low-lives. Hardly ever mention in those reincarnated novel unless their used as step-stone for ML/FL to showcase their generosity or act of kindness or to show their power they now possess.

Now that I'm this 'Vianci' girl, I'm positive of one thing.

"𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑

𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟"

That was the only line from the novel that mentioned her existence, but also a summary of it all there is to tell about her.

Vianci….you have very kind parents, I know that very well just judging from their reaction and vibes.

They want you to 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲.

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.

When mine would just calculate how useful I would be for them in the future.

Your parents are the type of parents I would 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝙙𝙞𝙚 for.

So…for them, I'll live as 'you' Vianci Bliyke.

I'll be the daughter they so loved and cherish.

I'll make sure I'm not a burden and help them get out of poverty. I'll treat them well in your place.

I'll….

"Hik….mom…dad…?" I sobbed.

"Vian…Vy…"

my parents cried even more as they hugged me tightly.

…

And that's where and why I am here, laying down on this surprisingly soft and warm bed in a very small bad condition hut-like house.

Before they had left for work early in the morning, I asked if they own any property. Mom owns a salon. Although it's not in the best condition or at least modern level, they're clean and legit enough to get a few customers and do what is needed. Dad work as a handyman, after he would work at a small marketplace. Mom would pick and sale flowers or some of her precious items when there's not enough to put food on the tables, they often skip meals to provide enough material and food to raise Vianci.

They usually pull an all-nighter judging from their condition so far, they have really dark eye bags and hardly any meat on their body.

𝐴 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑢𝑡𝑦 ℎ𝑢ℎ?

𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑.

𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖.