Estella woke up with a massive headache, and knew for sure she was done for. Whatever plans she had for the day was going to be postponed.
'If it wasn't for my friends dragging me out for a drink, I wouldn't have this shit of a hangover.' she sighed, and felt that something was off.
'What-' she gagged and continued to gag after taking a deep breath through her mouth. She could feel the raw dryness in her throat, almost gagging at the aftertaste.
'What in the world is this disgusting taste in my mouth, have I not brushed my teeth for centuries. It smells like-' breathing into her hands, Estella retched out and removed all contents within her stomach.
'What the f- my mouth smells like a fucking corpse..' she said continuing to gag despite vomiting everything out. Hearing the door open, she looked at the person entering like a saving grace, only to choke on her spit.
'Who the fuck?'
The lady came up to her in a maid outfit from the Victorian era.
'What is this cosplayer doing in my home?..' She took a stepback, as the lady looked worried and said something in an unfamiliar language, but that wasn't what scared her. The lady was a giant. She was big and seemed like she's 8 feet tall.
"Young Miss, are you alright? Let me help you clean up," the lady muttered, coming closer. Estella's brain was overriding.
"I can understand you, how can that be? This doesn't make sense, you're not even speaking English."
The lady started saying a bunch of things but the sounds buzzed in her ear. Going into overdrive, Estella breathed and let the situation take its course, she passed out.
Sitting on the bed after awakening, Estella sat in silence wishing that this was all a dream as the family doctor slowly checked her pupillary reflexes with a flamed candle. She woke up in a child's body with memories of her past life, and when she awakened she had missing memories of her current life, with broken bits and pieces. Trying not to breathe, as the doctor spoke close to her face, she felt like crying wondering why she was in an era with no toothpaste or concept of dental hygiene.
Feeling dampness from her own sweat accompanied by the heat of the summer, Estella wanted to shower, in fact she would die for one just so they had to clean her corpse. It seemed that her family wasn't even available enough to visit her, as her personal maid; Agnes. stood by listening to the doctor's advice. Soon, the doctor took his leave.
"Agnes."
"Yes, Young Miss?"
"I- Nevermind Agnes, it's not important.."
"What is it, please tell?"
"Get me some peppermint leaves, olive oil and a glass jar. I need to make something."
"What are you making, Young Miss?"
"Mouth…"
"I'm sorry Miss Estella, could you repeat that again?"
"I need to make myself some mouthwash, and while I'm at it, where is the bath?"
Estella said looking up at Agnes restlessly, half-tired of this life and half-disappointed that everything is so backwards.