Reincarnated to set her free

Life

The light is too strong and I have some difficulty to open my eyes. When I finally open them, I'm not in the alley anymore, I'm not in the hospital either. I don't even have the long black coat I had on, nor the little knife that was hanging from my belt. Instead I'm in a long nightgown, In a fabulously big bed. I'm in a beautiful room, but the style seem ancient. I see everything blurry, as if... the same kind of blurry my myopic litle brother described to me one time, but I never ever needed glasses... And being stabbed don't actually affects the eyesight, does it? My suspicions are confirmed when I recognize some kind of glasses on the nightstand next to the bed I am laying on. But when i try to sit down and reach to them, my body doesn't respond, or rather, I can't seem to gather the strenght to move my body. So I'm stuck in the position I woke up in, fixing a ceiling, a really interesting ceiling I must say, with its beautiful details carved in what seems like diamonds, but a ceiling is a ceiling and I start getting bored pretty quickly. I can't seem to understand my situation, so I guess I will have to wait and see. I have to let my body regenerate, I got stabbed straight in the lungs... I wonder how they managed to save me. Who managed to save me? Didn't all my loved one died that night? And here we go... I wonder why they saved me... I would have loved to join them... As if... I would have gone straight to hell, with all those families I destroyed. But I was in the right no? I lend people money, I don't hand it off freely... if they don't give it back to me, I have to find a way to make them pay don't I. 

I fade into sleep, lost in my thoughs. I dream of my family, they were the only things I had... I wishe I could turn back time, I wish I saw that true hapiness couldn't be bought by money. But is it really true? I mean, no it is true, what did money bring me, ha?

When I open my eyes a second time, it is a little less difficult to adjust to the light, I don't think I slept much, as it is still day, unles I actually slept through a complete day. I start trying to move my body, and even if I still feel a little weak, I succed into moving my hands. I even to regain sensation in my body,  only, as I'm trying to move around, I feel how hurt my body is. It aches just as I hadn't moved for days... I sit down and give all my efforts into extanding my hands, reaching for those glasses (I got a strange sense of familiarity to them). When I put them on, I automatically regret all those time I bullied my little brother Elois, stealing his glasses. I see so clearly as if  someone opened the dirty window I was seing throught, letting me see the real world. I still have no energy to move around, but I do some exercices I learned in the army to stretche my painful legs. I' m hungry and thirsty, an when I look around a second time(now that I'm sitting down I have a better view of the room and with glasses it is even better) I see a jug of water on a table in front of my bed, nagging me. How the hell am I gonna get there? Now that I examine the room, I see that it is a lot bigger that what I estimated the first time I woke up. There is a litle saloon, a hairdresser, some flowers and a lot more of useless things. But there is nothing modern and there is only a litle window (who by the way, brings so much light in there). The room seems one of a princess, but that little window with bars kind of betray the prison nature of this place.

Suddenly, the door open wide and a tall man in his 20s scream

-Sister, you're awake?

I start trembling. My body recognize this man, and fear him . He has black hair, black eyes and got nothing particular but he...he, he ressemble Elois, he is just like him, a grown up version of my baby brother...there is only one thing...

-Elois? I say

-Yes sister, you recognize me?