Is this the way I should live?
I'm a farmers daughter, I live a pretty easy and peaceful life. Unlike in my past life. Maybe I'm in heaven? It can't be, this all feels too real. The sun shining through the leaves hitting my soft pale skin. I can feel the heat warming my body. It's spring now.
It has been 6 months since I transmigrated into this reality. In my past life I was a junior in high school, I rarely went since I had a lot of problems growing up. With all those issues I found a little comfort in reading books. For example, Beautiful Lady. I was particularly obsessed with that one. The protagonist, Emilia had everything I was missing in my life. I Temporarily escaped my shitty reality by reading it.
This novel was based on the daughter of the duke. She was a gorgeous girl with long blonde hair and emerald eyes. She was considered a ray of sunshine, her spirit animal was definitely a bunny. Overall a bubbly person. Loved by all. She seduced the king of the land as well as the pope. Marrying the king at 20 years old after being saved from him in a fire at 16 caused by the villainess. The "tyrant" changed into the ruler that the kingdom admired. All of that due to her caring and sweet personality. The story had so much depth to it that I could write essays.
Well now, I'm living in the same world as them. To be more specific, on my 15th birthday I became a side character, the villainess.The day I woke up, I immediately noticed her purple eyes. They matched so well with her dark brown hair. I really felt beautiful. I think I spent a week looking at myself in every mirror I walked by. In a strange way, the day I woke up I wasn't scared. I felt comfortable. I knew that I was in the book since I had the same name as the side character. I easily adapted to her lifestyle. I wondered how a girl that lived in the countryside could be so cruel. 'How did she end up in the Marquis's mansion?' Now I don't really care since I can just choose to befriend her instead of torturing her. Her death was quickly written off so I don't know much detail. Surly, if I never cause a fire I will live a long life.
Basically, I went from being an orphan, to having 2 wonderful and loving parents. Whom I love as much.
I closed my eyes to feel the warm breeze. Under the tree, I could hear the leaves shake from the wind. This is my well deserved vacation. I used to be constantly live in survival mode. Running away from foster homes, being homeless and fighting with my life for a tiny bit of food. All of those days are now in the fareaway past.
Of course, when I first arrived here I wondered and feared what had happened. I was hesitant in trusting my parents here but
once I saw how well they were taking care of their "daughter with amnesia" I started to trust them. I opened myself to them, I love them as much as they do me. I never knew how that felt like. To have someone care and worry about me was a treasure to possess.
Since they are farmers, I started learning how to grow vegetables and fruits, even medicinal plants. The book on my lap was precisely on the subject of medicinal herbs. Even if I'm their cherished daughter I know this will end eventually, I won't be living here forever, since in the book I was the daughter of the marquis. I don't ever plan on leaving. I am living my best life. Although i'm still preparing for the worst. So I'm trying to learn the most I can.
"Food is ready!" A sound coming from the house reached my ears. I got up from my spot under the tree. The house was pretty far from here. My mother has a strong voice. The pretty blue house got closer and closer. I knocked on the door. It opened by itself. I could see a figure on the floor from the crack.
Then I heated a loud THUD. As if something fell on the floor.
"Dad? …Mom?" I said as I widened the door. As fast as light the figure disappeared. The only thing I caught a glimpse of was their dark blue hair and the blade filed with blood. I didn't have a chance to even scream or react. I stood there frozen.
Both of my cherished parents were unconscious and bleeding. They looked like they were stabbed in the neck and heart. Terrified I dropped the book I was holding. 'What do I do?' They are obviously dead. My mouth filed with saliva. The footsteps were felt closer and I decided to hide. My legs moved on their own and I hid under the stairs of the backyard. Nobody could see me, unless if they tried hard enough. I doubt they would even look here. I kept having flashbacks of my parents.
"Urgh!" I threw up. I felt so much adrenaline that I thought my heart would explode.Tears started to form, my only parents, the first people to love me unconditionally were gone. Yet again, I am an orphan. 'Who would do this' They didn't owe any money and didn't steal from anyone.
"Why?"
I stayed there, my palm on my mouth, trying to control my tears. I can't stay here, they might still be near. How could I just die like this? For the first time in a while, I was in fight or flight mode. I chose to runaway after I felt that the coast was clear. I ran as fast as I could, far from the house. My place of comfort. Escaping my grim reality.
All I've ever done is runaway. When will it stop?
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