Her ai ignored her, so Sirena had to go find the housekeeper anyway.
She looked around, admiring her way through the house until she got to the kitchen and saw the housekeeper.
Amelia wasn't so old. If anything, she was in her early forties and she was really beautiful, but at that moment, she didn't look quite pleased to see Sirena.
"You're back."
"Yes. Can you please guide me to my room to rest. Dad said you should help me."
As if taken aback for a second, pretending to clean her ears as if she hadn't heard Sirena previously, she asked her to repeat herself, so she did.
"Did you just say please, to me?"
"Uhm, can I not?" Sirena responded back confused. What did her housekeeper mean, and why did she hate her? She couldn't possibly ask, so she decided to keep her mouth shut.
"Let's go." The housekeeper said, guiding her all the way up the stairs and to her very, pink, highschooler room.
The room was very detailed in posters including famous musicians, actresses and cartoons. Some of the posters even have explicit contents on them, and it was very confusing that she was allowed to have some of these things.
As a woman in mind, Sirena hated her room. Why the hell was the old Sirena such a baby? And then it clicked, she was just a university student, so it was appropriate for her age, and in a house like this, there was no way the old Sirena had started to see the ugly part of life at all.
Sirena was so intrigued to figure out anything at all about her past occupant, so immediately Amelia left, she began a sweep. She kept sneaking around as if it wasn't her room and when she finally realized that it was actually hers, she laughed and calmed down.
In a particular drawer, she saw a full set of sex toys. "Damn, Sirena had a crazy life." She thought to herself.
She went through a couple of textbooks and stuff and was beginning to at least have a glimpse of her, and it was thrilling. She felt like she was on some sort of assignment that was absolutely flattering. She would deal with her husband later.
For now, she was enjoying her new life. It didn't take long for her to stumble upon an old diary dated around four years back, when Sirena was just nineteen years old. Yes, it's a pink diary, covered in cobwebs and ink, but it was full of thoughts.
Sirena squealed when she saw it, so she picked it up from where it was carefully hidden behind a shelf, before using a napkin to wipe the dust off it.
Just before she could settle on her bed to read it, someone came into her room, flinging her door open, but as subtly as possible.
It was a guy, and Sirena was surprised. He seemed older by a couple of years and he looked at her in a way with so much care. She couldn't even believe it. Walking up to where she stood by her bed to meet her, he scanned the length of her before heaving a sigh of relief. Who was he?
"Sirena, you're okay." He simply said, smiling.
When Sirena just stared, completely startled and disoriented, he pulled her in for a hug. Immediately he did that, she pulled him away from her.
"What's wrong, Sirena? Are you cold? Should I call mom over?"
Oh. He was her elder brother. It made sense but at the same time, they didn't look alike. She wondered why.
"Please don't scare me like that again, just be alive for me."
He let go of her, dropped her back down, and kissed her on her forehead.
"Mom might come in anytime soon. I'll be in my room. See you later. Don't get hurt again."
Immediately leaving as subtly as he came in, Sirena could only stand in shock.
Trying to forget everything that just happened, she picked up the diary, crashed on the bed totally exhausted, before reading through the first page.
Just then, she underwent what we would call a transfer of memories, including the good, bad and the ugly.
Shaking and sweating vigorously, screaming in her mind, she cried for whatever it was to be over, because it wasn't a fun experience. She felt like she was losing her mind and wanted to pull all of her hair out.
She began to have flashes of a life that wasn't hers. Right from when Sirena was born, just before she gained admission into the university, she got all the memories, but it stopped there.
Coming one by one, they kept hitting her and messing up her head.
She was screaming as loudly as she could but it was all in her head, nobody heard. With the memories rushing in like a flood, she tried to relax and let everything incorporate before she ran mad.
She remembered why her housekeeper hated her, and what life at home was actually like.
She also remembered that technically, they weren't related in any way. Her brother and her.
Her parents adopted him before she was born because they believed they wouldn't be able to give birth and they needed someone to acquire their riches when they both died.
Therefore, he was their heir but in real understanding, she was the real rich heiress of the Waterford property. She was still too young to run it so her father handled everything, not like she cared. She was okay being the dumb, spoiled princess who never gave a damn about any one else.
Her brother didn't really grow up with her since he was sent to a military school sometime after she got into high school.
She even remembered using the sex toys to fuck herself, thinking about many sexual things.
Sirena was such a fucking slut!
She couldn't understand why the system would choose to do this to her. Of all the bodies to be reborn into, it had to be this psycho emotional slut? Really?
She had to go to school. Now she had a new mission.