I reincarnated as a sickly cannon fodder?!?! Whatever *lip bite*
(no art is mine. found it all on Pinterest. gay people exist here. Don't like? don't read. Also, I just write whenever I have inspiration and dont reall...
A/N: you are welcome, he is beautiful😩🖐🏽. I've come up with another story idea. It'll be about students in a high school for beastmen, mythical creatures, creatures from folktales. Basically for anything but humans. It probably won't have a plot and just be a bunch of one-shots/short stories, cuz I have a lot of imagination, but not enough motivation for another story like this, although i kinda want to make another
(edited baefies)
Maria's P.O.V.
Most likely sensing my discomfort, mother shifted her attention to father and began talking. After eating, I got up and left the table. I didn't have a personal maid or butler, I didn't like the idea of it. It just felt, weird.
As I walked back to my room, a dull ache lingered in the back of my skull.
A Pain filled my head, ever so slowly, unlike any headache I had ever experienced.
God, it's been like ten minutes(?) why haven't I reached as yet? Have I even been going in the right direction? (probably not dude)
It felt like a knife had driven into my head, making it's way through my hard skull to make contact with my soft brain- God am I dying?
Headaches probably- no, definitely shouldn't hurt this much- wait, why am I still walking?
The pain eased for a second, and I realised that I was still in the same corridor.
How the f*ck did a headache make me hallucinate?
As soon as the pain eased though, it came back just as quick, except worse, now followed by chill.
I looked down at my feet, head hurting even more as I did, they were glued to the floor; having yet to move an inch. I began to shiver, the thin layers I adorned did nothing to help me with cold air that attacked me.
I attempted to lift my foot, trying to walk, but I couldn't. It felt like my feet were glued to the ground, and I could feel weak, barely noticeable, icy, grips on my ankles.
I never gave trying to walk, even as I realised the grips were only getting tighter, and I was getting weaker. That I was getting colder, and whatever was holding, was getting warmer.
But then, I was let go.
'Ah.'
I finally raised my foot, a dark red substance that looked a little too much like blood beneath my feet, sticking to it.
Ah.
My body went limp and my vision blackened.
Ah.
So I did die.
Again. Great.
My eyes fluttered open, seeing an all too familiar room.
Or not.
Dirty white walls were devoid of any decoration, instead, there were cobwebs and mould everywhere.
I laid on a dirty sheet facing a wood door that never fully closed, I was back in my world. My beautiful, beautiful world.
I slowly got up, body aching as I did.
I walked out the door, looking for my mother.
I walked downstairs going into the kitchen expecting to see her there. There she was, lying on the small table, sleeping, so peacefully.
I moved her long, curly black hair, revealing her face.
The corners of my lips raised slightly, she was so much prettier when she slept, there truly no need for her to ever wake up. I held her a lock of her hair in my hand, my grip getting tighter the longer I stared at her.
'I probably have school today,' I thought to myself as I slowly let go of my mother's hair, my small smile dissipating.
I walked up the old, creaky stairs to reach the bathroom, not at all rushing myself. As I reached the bathroom door and opened it, I stood in the doorway for a bit, taking the sight, and putrid scent.
The bathroom looked the same as always, with a barely functioning, dirty sink with multiple cheap lipsticks littered on and around it, a toilet that didn't flush on its own, an ice cream bucket next to it, and finally, the shower.
I went inside and stripped my clothes off, resting them in the sink. I stepped into the shower, careful not to touch the parts of the ground that were permanently dirty, and turned on the water. (i forgot what that thing the water comes out of is called lol)
I stood still as the cold water fell onto my skin, standing with my head tilted up so it wouldn't touch my hair. I began to wonder, why exactly I was here again, and if I would stay.
[After]
I couldn't wait to go to school and see my classmates again.
Although a small, minute even, part of me despaired(🧍🏽) walking into school and meeting those things. They were childish and vain, teachers and students alike.
That part of me hated them, believed that they were as worthless as the dirt I walk on every day, and longed to treated them as such.
But I never acknowledged those foolish thoughts, after all,
I was better than that. After all, they were my friends, they just cared for me. Even they way in which they show it sometimes agitates me.
it was so hard rereading this chap bruh, i ong can't write (yes im editing this shit backwards, what r u gonna do abt it🤨)
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