In a luxurious sitting room in City A...
"How could you?"
"No, mum, dad, I didn't!"
"So you're saying Tara is lying?"
"No... I..." The young girl was flustered. She didn't know how to respond and trembled as she watched her parents protecting another girl.
"I'm so disappointed in you Sara." The man looked at his daughter coldly. "You keep disappointing me daily. At this rate, I'll soon lose hope for you." With that he held the other girl and left with her. The mother too hesitated before running after her husband.
The young girl was left alone. Her eyes were filled with the image of her parent's back being turned on her. The little hope within her heart was extinguished. She dropped to the floor and began to cry.
Clap! Clap! Sara applauded.
" What an interesting scene! It would have been better if this girl could retaliate though. All she does is cry.
" Hey little girl, are you made of water?" She called out but of course the girl didn't answer. Sara leaned back on the sofa and sighed.
Sara had just had something inexplicable happen to her.
She was reborn!
Sara was religious, yes. But she had never believed in rebirth. To her those were just fancy delusions that people engaged in to distract themselves from the horrible failure that was their lives. But she was Sara. The Sara. She didn't need such fallancy.
However, such fallancy had happened to her.
When she opened her eyes, she thought she would be facing a host of angels judging and condemning her to hell for her bad deeds. She was prepared to have large horned figures drag her down into burning flames. Not that she would need to be dragged. Hell, she would walk head held up high into those flames.
Instead when she opened her eyes what fell into her sight was a smooth, round and cute face that was filled with tears. Sara thought she had woken up wrongly and instantly closed her eyes. But when she opened them again, the sight in front of her didn't change.
Sara was shocked. Had she somehow survived the bullet to her heart? She had reached out to touch the girl but unexpectedly her hand instead passed through her.
" Sigh. " Sara shook her head. "I thought I had died but who would have expected that I would be reborn? It's fine if I was reborn as those weaklings who die then come back and seek revenge. I mean, revenge is what I'm good at. I could even go ahead and become a master or something. But why the fudge am I reborn into the body of a living person?"
Sara had black lines streaked across her face. "Is this the universe's way of punishing a villainess like me? Making me a soul that can only stick within ten feet of her host? Argh! Nice one, whatever force you are that made me to be reborn! On a side note, if we ever meet, I'll spread you out on my table and use the tiniest of knives to slowly mince you into a thousand pieces and feed it to the rest of your family to eat!" Sara scolded.
After venting her anger, she settled down to recount all she had been through.
Six months ago was when she woke up next to a young girl also called Sara. Sara Zhen.
After the first attempt and other numerous attempts to touch and communicate with the girl, she discovered nobody could hear her. Or see her. Or touch her. To her dissatisfaction, she also discovered that her soul had bound to the young girl. She couldn't be far away from her Host unless a piercing pain would wrack her soul.
She could only exit the Host's body for a short while and had to stay within ten feet of her when she did.
Sara couldn't be more mad. Why was she affected by the Host but the only impact Sara had was on the Host (what she called the young girl) was an uncomfortable everywhere when she touched her.
Sara resigned herself to fate, sleeping and waking with the Host.
As Sara was ruminating, she felt a tremble in the air and her soul felt repressed.
Sigh, time to go back. She flew up and into the Host's body. As she passed through, the Host shivered.
"Truly you silly girl, you should just fight back." Sara mumbled.
"Fight back?" The girl raised her head slowly.
"Huh? You can hear me?"
"Who are you?" The girl's voice was soft.
"Now this is what you call playing a joke on someone! Now that I've gotten used to my monotonous life, she can suddenly hear me?" Sara complained.
"Young miss?" A maid came over and saw the young girl still squatting on the floor with a dazed expression on her face. "What's wrong?"
The maid had been with the Zhens for more than twenty years and had watched her young miss grow up. At this moment she felt pity for her and approached her. "Is it because of that lady? Don't worry, Young Miss. The Master and Madam are not muddle headed. I'm sure they will come around soon."
The girl shook her head gently. "No Nanny." She looked up, her clear eyes glazed over. "I think I might be going mad. I'm hearing voices in my head."