The Host.

Part 1: The Echoes

You are a wanderer. You travel to different dimensions and world's looking for a body to hide in. You travel in hope of finding love because you're just a soul that got lost in space when evading a dimension harmful to your species. Other spiritual entities somehow assigned you into my body.

You suddenly felt naceous and drowsy, your head began spinning faster and faster, you-in a split second-fell off the right side of your bed collapsing on the ground. Your last body became cold as you saw it from an upward view, your soul descended into another dimension.
"We're glad you could finally join us" a voice said as your soul tossed and turned in the dark. "Where am I?" you asked as you realised you were literally floating amongst trillions of stars, it was cold and dark, a place you could never want to, imagine you be, stuck in.
"You're going to be transported and placed into the body and life of Bianca. A girl whose mind we're in now" the voice said. "You will end up in her room and will find a file on the top of her desk that notifies you about her life and who she is. Her diary, and this will add additional help in terms of emotions, is underneath her bed. You will, at the end of all this, realise why you have been sent there. Go now"
You felt a rush, as if you were falling off a three foot building.

You woke up and it was morning. You could still remember everything you were told and so you gazed in the cracked mirror in front of you and you felt like you but you were in my body and it was scarred, from scratches obtained from her childhood, to the ones she created herself.
You took the file and sat up straight on your bed with a box of pizza layed across it, empty.
You opened the file and it read:
Name: Bianca
Age: 15
Suffers from mild bipolar disorder, anxiety, and depression.
Goes to a local Technical school.
Is a writer, poet, and does photography
Boyfriend: Krys
Best friend: Zoe
Favorite color: black

The information ended here, you felt discouraged, you felt like you didn't know much at all. You had to figure it out all on your own now. As you creeped out of bed slowly, a man walked in, looking almost annoyed and extremely frustrated for some reason.
"Wake up. You'll be late!" He yelled. You assumed it was your...my father. "How rude" you said in a low tone.  You walked past him and made it to the bathroom. You gazed at the mirror as you undressed slowly realising how many scars I have. My hair was cut and it had a dark terquoise color on it. You sighed and smiled as you touched it continously. You walked into the shower and moaned in pain as you realised her wrists had fresh cuts, it hurt badly because they were deep and bruised.
You got out and went into the room. You got dressed in uniform, and brushed your hair gently trying not to ruin it.

You paced down the stairs looking somewhat defeated as dissapointed covered what was now in a logical sense, 'your' face.
You saw the time and it was 6:35 a.m
"It's too early" you though as you fried eggs on the stove listening to Reggae music and dancing to the rhythm. "This playlist is good" you said to yourself in a low tone. "What the hell are you doing?" my dad asked you. You froze. "You never eat in the morning, you only drink coffee" he said. You quickly turned off the stove while avoiding eye contact, grabbed your bag, and ran to the car.

"Here's some money" he said as he pulled up at the school gate. Everyone starred at you, most in complete and utter disgust. You took your bag and walked to the quad.
There, a short light skinned kept waving and smiling at you as she ran in your direction. She hugged you tightly. It was Zoe. "Let's go get in the conversation" she said as she pulled your hand, but this didn't have much of an affect on you, you were taller and had more weight.
"Hey bitch!" A girl with braids said in an aggressive tone with a smirk on her face.
You were worried for a second until you realised this is how they greet each other because she threw the word around continously not giving any attention to how society viewed women who cursed.
They were funny and smart, but not as perverted and socially anxious and depressed as I am, according to what you heard. The bell rang and everyone walked to line as you joined in, standing behind them. Announcements were made and you became constantly agitated at how you'd cope.

After hours of sitting behind class reading my diary so you could know more, you realised how broken,until in love she was.
The last period was math class, you sat in the front this time, you heard everything but only understood a few things. "I will now hand out last weeks test papers" the teacher said. You finally got yours and you were somewhat not surprised to see that you failed. It felt like deja-vu. You remembered how I wrote in her diary that she hates math and how it's probably the subject that will hold her back from graduating someday. You put the test in the bag and fell asleep. Yes, you were yourself, but you could still feel things the way I do and at this point you felt like an idiot, the scum of the earth to summarise it all up into a sentence. You felt like crying but you couldn't, they'd all ask what's wrong.
The bell finally rang and you exited class with Zoe.
"How much did you get for the paper?" she asked as your classmates celebrated their marks walking past and behind you. You looked up at her for a moment. "Great" you said sarcasticly. Zoe waved goodbye as he got into a cab and you stood by the gate waiting.

*beep beep* your phone rang. It was Krys. You felt a kick in your lower abdomen and a voice echoing "Krys" in your head. The message read: I can't wait to see you.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath convincing yourself it was nothing other than your imagination.  A car pulled up but it wasn't the one that dropped you off in the morning. You waited for hours and finally the school yard was empty and dead silent. Only people left were seniors who only payed attention to attractive girls.
You glanced up after a few minutes of exploring text messages on my phone and realised my dad had finally come. You rushed to the car but as soon as you did, you did exactly what I do everytime, put earphones in and fell asleep almost immediately.
"We're here" he says. You get out and head into the house rushing towards my room and locking the door.

You woke up to missed calls and countless text messages from Krys. The voice didn't echoe this time, not even once. You swallowed your pride and reluctantly called him back.

"Hi" you said in a sweet innocent tone. "In 15 minutes he said before hanging up. You weren't about to call back so you entertained yourself by reading my diary further. Finding out you were in the body of someone who smokes excessively disgusted you to the core.
You got a text from Krys. You put on sweatpants and and a baggy shirt.
You creeped down the stairs slowly hoping you don't wake my parents up at all.

You fell down the stairs and heard a voice echo "don't go. he's mine not yours" I was the voice. I wasn't about to let you take someone I love.
When you found the courage to leave, you got outside and it felt so good. It was cold and the breeze brushed against your skin, it smelled good too, the aroma was therepeutic and had you feeling calm. You looked up and there stood a tall darkskinned boy with dreads. You felt your hormones raging and palms sweating. I tried screaming out for you to go back in the house but I was too numb and slowly faded away.
He was smoking and singing, his voice is deep and infectuacting. You closed your legs awkwardly as impure thoughts rushed in my, but forcefully your mind.

You walked up to him and he starred at you before dropping his ciggarette and stepping on okay. You were about to speak when he kissed you and pinned you against the wall. "No stop. Pull away!" I yelled out. This caused you to stumble back pushing away from my boyfriends embrace. "Please don't let him carry on" I said in a cracked tone. "I'm sorry. I'll abstain" you replied. You couldn't ignore the feeling of his delictably sweet cold lips pressed against mine, now yours. "I missed you" he said. You froze confused, and unsure on whether to reply logically or ask me what to say. You turned around and walked off leaving him to do the same.

"Are you there?" you asked me as you laid in bed looking up at the roof. I was too ashamed to answer so I kept still and waited for you to fall asleep. Once Once you did, I started showing you my life, showing you all my  suicide attempts and happy moments.