In a world far away

Transmigrating

Natalie's POV-

I was awake, and I didn't feel any pain. Wait, was that truck-kun and me becoming a bloody mess my over-imagination taking reigns of my brain, yet again? No, I remember that pain all too well for it to be my wild imagination, okay, when a cliche like truck-kun from the transmigration novels could happen to me, what's the next step? It's transmigration! But I'm not an idiot, my transmigrating over is just my wishful thinking, I must either be in a coma with my bones broken and face disfigured or six feet under, both are equally painful to accept, so the best way to shatter my hopes is to 1. Scrutinize the surroundings  2. Check my appearance in the mirror 3. Run and hit my head and see if it's painful.

Hmm, this entire room is covered with a beautiful mixture of sky blue and yellow, it's pretty and way different from my creamy wall-enclosed room, so I'm dreaming vividly in my coma or path to the afterlife then. Moving on to step 2

Woah, who's this beauty? I'm self-aware alright, I've got brown eyes and a blend of brown-black hair, I'm 5'5 and am pretty average in terms of looks, but the girl whose reflection  I'm staring at has got raven hair and grey eyes, with a sharp nose and dimples, which I'm totally not envious of. Now this observation is making me more scared than I'd like to admit, I should've either stayed dead or in a coma, though I'm staring at a different-looking person, I feel like I'm part of her, when I feel like moving, it's the beautiful girl's body that moves, I'm going to modify step-3, I'll just settle to pinching myself, cause I can't bring myself to hurt this fragile looking girl. Ouch!, that hurt, alright, there's no need to swim in The Nile, I've transmigrated. I died, painfully in the most cliche-est(I know that word doesn't exist, but give me a break rationality!) of ways and I transmigrated.

I was broken out of my reverie by a new feminine voice, I almost snapped my neck considering how fast I turned from staring at the mirror to the source of the voice, I was surprised to find an adorable girl who was not much older than the current age of the body I possessed. She wore a uniform that seemed baggy for her. Her eyes had several emotions swirling in them, she looked relieved and worried. But why? And she looked angry too, but it wasn't directed towards me, unlike the protagonists of the novels who got migraines due to the memories they were hit with of their original hosts, I received none of it, and I was partially glad because I was feeling overwhelmed as it is, I felt guilty that I took the reign of the current body, what happened to the previous girl, was she alright? What happened to her soul, if I occupied her body, all of this wasn't as fun as it seemed when I read the novels.

The voice of the concerned young lady in front of me brought me out of my spiraling thoughts of guilt and confusion. She said, "I'm so relieved that you woke up young miss, it was all so sudden, none of us could ever imagine  Lady Alice betraying us, it must be painful to you, you always regarded her as a motherly figure, young master has dealt with her for her betrayal, the doctor said it would be impossible for you to make it out alive because you've ingested a slow poison for several months, forgive me, young miss, I never doubted Lady Alice and trusted her with your well-being, I'm so sorry." She started sobbing. I immediately hugged her and tried to calm her down, it was kind of reflexive, so she must have really been close to the og(original) host. The information she shared was a lot. So, the original host died, just like me, but she was slow-poisoned by a wicked lady who betrayed her trust, not alarming and appalling at all. At least my death wasn't due to a heartbreaking betrayal, though death wasn't something to be compared like that.

I thought she had calmed down, so I made her sit next to me and gave her a glass of water conveniently available near the bed. She refused to drink from the glass saying it was improper and said, "Even after nearly dying, you're still as kind as ever milady. I'm glad that you woke up, the young master was always cold to anyone and everyone he came across except to you, seeing you lose your consciousness and in an unresponsive state, he turned murderous, after all, he's only got you after the death of the late Marquess and Marquiss". Is she my guide in surviving this world or what, without me uttering a word, she's almost said everything about my life, I'm grateful to her though, and what kind of life are the people in this world subjected to if they consider courtesy as kindness, and I've, nope, this body's got a brother? And the og host's parents are dead? Considering her tone of speech, they must have been nice people.