New Person Same Ladybug

I'm in a fanficition???

As I crossed the street, my mind was lost in thought, oblivious to the world around me. Suddenly, a piercing honk shattered the silence, and my heart raced as I turned to see a white truck barreling toward me. The blinding headlights flooded my vision, and in that split second, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread.

Then, everything went dark.

Was this it? Am I... dead?

A profound warmth enveloped me, washing over my senses like a gentle tide. It felt comforting, almost like being cradled in a soft embrace. As the warmth pulsed through me, I became aware of a soft sensation beneath my fingertips, as if I were lying on something plush and inviting. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, struggling to shake off the remnants of unconsciousness.

I found myself in an unfamiliar room, bathed in a soft glow that filtered through delicate curtains. The air smelled faintly of lavender, adding to the surreal atmosphere. As I tried to gather my bearings, my gaze fell on a mirror across the room. The reflection staring back at me was not my own, but that of another... an older girl... a stranger whose face seemed oddly familiar yet elusive.

I approached the mirror, my heart racing with curiosity and disbelief. Her pale skin glowed softly against the muted light, and I grazed my fingers across the smooth surface of the glass, tracing the delicate features of her face. The girl had shoulder-length hair, a soft blue that cascaded gently around her delicate face, framing it beautifully. Her rosy cheeks were subtly flushed, giving her an air of innocence, and her eyes oh, those eyes! They were a mesmerizing shade of bluebell, bright and vibrant, shimmering like distant stars scattered across the night sky.

As I stared into those captivating eyes, I felt an inexplicable connection to her, as if a part of me resonated with the reflection. Who is she? Why does she feel so familiar? Questions swirled in my mind like a storm, yet answers remained just out of reach.

"...Who am I? Why am I here? What body is this?" My mind raced with a flood of questions, none of which had answers. Panic twisted through me, but another feeling quickly overtook it-a searing heat, burning its way up from deep inside.

It was anger. Pure, unfiltered rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed at the reflection, fury flashing in my eyes as I spun around, scanning the room.

Half of it was drenched in pink while the other half was a light Grey. It was nauseating, the bright color assaulting my senses, making my head throb like someone had smashed a hammer against it. "Why is this room drowned in pink?!" I spat the word like venom, my hands trembling as I resisted the urge to tear the place apart. The softness, the pastel overload-it was a nightmare. My nightmare.

Then a spark of memory hit me like a slap. Whoever this body belonged to... they had a phone. I scrambled through the room, yanking open drawers and flinging aside pillows until I found it, tossed casually on a nightstand. My hands shook as I snatched it up. With a swipe, it lit up, and to my surprise, it unlocked without issue.

The time: 7:10 AM. January 30th.

The exact time I should have been waking up to catch my van to school. "So, at least I know the time," I muttered. But that wasn't enough. Where the hell was I? What body was this?

I opened the map app, desperate for some answers. The moment the screen loaded, my heart stopped, and I nearly dropped the phone.

"Paris?! What in the nine circles of hell am I doing here?!" I whisper-shrieked, unable to believe what I was seeing. The blinking dot of my location sat squarely in the middle of Paris, France. A place I'd never been, let alone imagined waking up in.