Petals from the Ashes

Chapter 1: The Beginning of Confusions

I raised my head expecting the usual boring beige ceiling I wake up to every other morning. Instead as I look around I saw two people looking down at me. One was a disheveled albeit beautiful woman with blonde hair and bright green eyes while the other was a soft looking worried man with red hair and pale blue eyes holding a bundle in his arms. I stared trying to understand my situation. They both smiled looking to be amused by how I was intensely staring at them.

‘Her eyes, they’re the color of the clear skies’

 

‘My girl, eager to see the world already’

Huh?

 

What did they just said?

 

Their mouths didn’t even move.

 

Where am I?

 

Wait am I being held by this woman?

As I try to frantically look around I noticed how heavy my head seem to be. I couldn’t move properly, it seems I could barely control my body. Crap, I can’t move.

As I try to process what’s happening I couldn’t help but be confused.

Am I dead?

I looked around once more as tears began welling up in my eyes.

What the fuck is going on? Loud cries reverberated out of my mouth waking up the bundle in the man’s arms as it also let out loud cries.

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A year had passed and I’ve slowly come to terms with what’s going on. I might've died and reincarnated into this world or maybe I’m in a coma and this is just a dream. Yeah no definitely not a dream everything is way too realistic. The pain when I hit my hand in this crib, the constant need for other people help just for those tasks that I should be doing, the embarrassment for it. It’s way too real.

As I looked around I could see a crib next to mine, a baby was sound asleep slightly moving around from time to time. It seems like I have a twin in this life, I had many sibling in my last three of them actually. I hated my siblings but I would do anything to protect them. I should probably stop thinking about them before I start crying again. I’m never going to see them again. My family, I miss them.

While I was thinking of unattainable things a woman had entered the room. She looked at me then reached out to hold me “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?” she asked in that gentle tone of hers as I realized that tears were falling on my face.

I didn’t pay much attention to her when I just awoken but she was beautiful, she had bright green upturned eyes that gave a bit of a haughty expression. Her blonde curly hair were just above her waist but she would always keep it in a braid to her right shoulder. She was always attentive and would always come running to our room when she heard any noise.

‘She’d been waking up crying most of the time, even when she doesn’t need any feeding or cleaning. Is there something wrong with her?’ She had thought to herself worriedly.

This woman was my mother, although she is my mother in this life I have no idea how I should feel about her. She wasn’t my mom, I’m sorry I can’t just accept it that easily. Maybe I’ll come to like her later but I can’t help but feel sorry for this because she’s this body’s mom she’s my, this life’s mom.