I'm the heroine's dead twin... nice! (BL)

Prologue

Derya POV

Hello, I'm Derya, and I just died today!
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Is what I would've said, had my death not interrupted my Film Theory marathon. Shame, anyways. Rewind.

Hello, I'm Derya, and as you've read before, I just died today. How? Well, my dumbass brother forgot to check if the chocolate he bought me with MY OWN money had any semblance of nuts in them. That's right, I died thanks to my allergy to nuts, ain't that a cool way to go out? And yes, I'm talking to you, dear reader/viewer or whoever you are, bc all this is just too ridiculous to not be a written story. I'm not sure if I'm the main character, but I'd rather not be, it's troublesome.

Right now, I'm in a pitch black room, sitting on a sofa and watching my own life from the 3rd POV. And I've gotta say it's really impressive that I was this forgiving of others. Like to people whom I know have lied to me, my parents who would push me to not only be a top student, but would also make me tutor my good-for-nothing brother, who was not only incredibly rude and ungrateful, but would also get involved in gambling and doing drugs. He was also a bully and a womanizer and I would've never gone anywhere near him, had he not been my older brother.

That's right! OLDER brother whom my parents forced ME, his LITTLE sister to tutor. The thing is, it wasn't like I was dumb for not noticing their less than acceptable behaviors, but I was dumb for just going along with it.

But still, it wasn't like they were abusive and they did have their moments in which I felt that I mattered to them, but it wasn't enough. I felt like screaming at myself for being so infuriatingly obedient. I would have put them in their place -regardless if they were my elders or not-, had I been given a second chance at life.

At least I had a few good friends with whom I could converse or debate to my heart's content. They too were interested in'what if's in books and series and luckily, quite smart, too.

At the end, I got to see a bit of what happened after my death. I saw my brother sneak into my room and finding my body. After he saw the half eaten chocolate in my hand, he grew pale and -to my surprise and anger- hid my body in my closet.
REALLY!? At least he was too dumb to forget that mother was in the house and made too much noise.

As mother came in, she saw my brother trying to get my closet door shut, and rushed to see what was going on.
In turn, she saw my corpse with the chocolate in my hand and collapsed on the ground. I saw her getting enraged at my brother for the first time ever while she started whaling.

This, however, strangely didn't satisfy me, but rather made me feel even more angry. This hag didn't even give my brother a good slap! She KNEW it was brother who bought me that chocolate. She just SAW brother trying to hide my corpse to get away with 3rd degree murder! I know he killed me unintentionally and I admit I was naive to think he would've made sure the things he bought me didn't kill me, BUT HE STILL TRIED TO GET AWAY WITH IT!

Can I even be sure to get justice for my death? No, it didn't seem so.

The TV turned off and once again, I was disappointed by my 'family'. I bet they would even lie to the authorities about me not checking the ingredients of the chocolate before buying it, because that's how they are. If I ever somehow confronted them about it, they would blabber about how it was unintentional that my brother basically poisoned me, or how it would hurt them putting their first child in prison after the younger one died and bla bla bla.

As I was busy dissing at my so-called family, I didn't notice the white glowing orb behind me. "Hello, Derya. How are you doing, considering your current... circumstances?", it asked, and had I still had a body, I'm sure I'd feel my soul leaving it.

Turning around, I answered it, "Not too bad, considering my... current circumstances."

"Good, that's good."
"U know, it's not usual for souls to stay this long in 'in between', before they move on to hell or heaven, or even their next life."

"Are you god, by any chance? And where will I move on from here?"

"You'll be moving on to your next life. You see, souls with multiple lives get to choose if they get to hold their memories along with one or two gifts. Of course, your gifts won't include your potential talents or powers based on your future genetics and/or world. And yes, I'm what you mortals call God/Allah/Buddha/Shiva and so on."

"That's cool! I would like to keep my memories, but could I have them sealed away until my brain has developed enough to contain them? I don't want to risk overloading and frying my brain with too much information too suddenly."

"Of course, that's not an issue. What about your gifts? What would you like them to be?"

"I would like to have the gift of photographic memory and a very fast thought process. Thank you for your consideration."
"What a polite mortal. Your silver tongue will definitely be useful to you in the future."
"Is that a foreshadowing?" "Maybe. Goodbye and good luck."

I blacked out.

A/n: I just corrected some of the grammar errors that stuck out to me. Don't worry, I will be updating most of my stories by the end of the week.