I wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling.
The light is on.
I lie in a bedroom.
Why am I in a bedroom?
Literally a bedroom, it looks like someone has been living here.
What the fuck.
A normal desk, infront of the bed im laying on, with a laptop and some books laying on top. I can't make out the books yet my vision is still blurry.
Where to am I? This ain't a hospital.
An office chair with some clothes laying on it, like someone just threw them on top.
Did someone save me maybe?
To the left of my bed there is a closed cupboard and next to it a shelf full of books.
My vision starts to clear.
Outside the window its night.
This room looks like one of an unorganized highschooler.
I want to get out of bed.
Wait did my hand always look this skinny?
Didn't I had more of a tan?
Didn't I have more armhair?
Where are my muscles.
This isn't my arm.
What the absolute fuck.
After all these years of working this dangerous job, killing people and seeing my friends die, I thought nothing could shock me anymore. Even me getting shot in the labs was relatively expected.
But this makes me question my sanity.
I stand up.
My legs aren't the same.
Oh what the fuck.
Is this real or am I just in the afterlife?
I got to focus.
I can't make any more mistakes.
I look around the apartment.
The living room looks a little messy but it's relatively normal.
I see „myself" in the mirror.
Who tf is that.
I was another person.
It is quite hard to describe. It is quite hard to understand my own feeling.
It felt like the person I built myself to be my whole life, the face I saw everyday in the mirror, just got reset.
Just like that.
Dark curly hair instead of my shaved head.
A slimmer face with defined features and piercing dark brown eyes.
My body is definitely leaner than my original one but with less muscle mass.
I look maybe 10-15 years younger.
Ok now stop freaking out I need to figure this out.
I've been through worse, see this as a chance, a chance to keep living.
I've never been scared of death, knowing that in my job its going to come sooner or later.
But if I got a chance to keep living im going to take it.
I see a phone laying
It's so big way bigger than the ones we have.
I click the power button.
5:07am
25.11.2027, Monday
Oh.
This information hit like a truck loaded with bricks.
So I've been dead for 18 years.
It's like you wake up from a coma seeing everything you knew has changed, except that this time even your body has changed.
Theres a notification on the phone from „Baba".
Who is „Baba"? My dad died in 97'.
I unlock the phone, which surprisingly didn't have a pin.
Message from „Baba": „Hey Malin, how are you holding up? Everything fine this week after moving in? I've finally fixed your bank card. The code is XXXX (redacted) and to top it off I've put your 1k back on it that you earned from your mini job. I think you should find a new one since you have quit because of your boss. But to be honest I shouldn't meddle in your life this much."
Next message -
„Oh I wanted to remind you that hopefully you'll have fun at the new school. Correct me if im wrong I think it was called Pushkin High School. I would call again to check where to go because it's a big school you know. Anyway see you around."
So this Malin has a dad unlike me.
I dial the number Baba.
Ringing…
Mailbox
So he ain't available.
I should follow his advice I don't know what happens if I don't.
There may be some consequences I am not aware of.
Freedom doesn't come for free.
The school probably isn't going to pick up because of the time. So I gotta just go there and see.
I search for a ATM in the region, because other idk who still has access to my bank account.
After that I search for bus routes to the school.
This phone is so fast and responsive tf.
I find my wallet with bank card, ID. My name is Malin Reza and im born on the 25.05.2010.
I go out my apartment after putting on a button up and some jeans.
My block is the outskirts of the city. In a pretty green area, a lot of trees and such.
I find a ATM in the vicinity and lucky the withdrawal limit is 1500$, so I take out my 1000$.
Everything had a pretty „minimalist" design. It was different like the 3d style we had in my times.
I find the nearest bus stop and see the first other inhabitants.
What are those haircuts? Its like bald on the bottom then gradually goes to hair. I don't know how to describe it.
The bus quietly arrives.
There's definitely no engine sounds, it may be some new propulsion system. Maybe electricity or something.
I get in and the journey to school starts. It's only 6:55am.
At the city center im shocked at all the AD displays. Not only the size but the fact that there are so many of them.
At the central bus station waiting for my next bus I ask a stranger for a smoke.
The cigarettes are weaker somehow.
The school grounds is decently big, seems like a typical Highschool.
Long halls with a ton of classrooms and lockers.
The last time I've been in a place like this was during a hostage situation.
„Excuse me where is the pricipals office? I'm new at this school."
I asked a random student
„Uhhhh its in the second floor in the main building."
„Ok thank you."
I make my way there, walking past a lot of students. I realized I overdressed for the occasion.
Anyway I knock at the pricipals door.