Mileena's Body

prologue: my new beginning

My name is Maria Espinoza, I am-I mean, I was twenty-two years old when I died. It started like any other normal day for me, eating breakfast with my family all cheerful and great happy times, spending time with my fiancée in a fancy restaurant that I always wanted to go. And for some reason those moments felt like the last time I will ever see him. I knew it, but I brushed them away as if nothing like that will ever happen.

But that was all ripped away from me when I had the car accident. I lived in California at that time and in California is a common, if you were unlucky.

We were hit by a truck, hard. Glass and metal poles hit us. My fiancée survived just a glass shard pierced on his arm. I, unfortunately, did not survive the accident. I had a metal pole pierce right into my heart killing me instantly. I also had a glass shard right on to my neck, hitting right on the artery making me bleed heavily.

My life was ripped away from me so fast that I couldn't process this nor can I accept the fact that I am dead. Why did it happen to me? I had a future ahead of me, my career was set and stoned. I wanted to get married to my fiancée and have as many kids with him as I could. Kiss him every day and tell him how much I love him every second. I want to see my mother and say to me that everything is going to be okay. That this is nothing, but a nightmare that I had.

Sadly, that was not the case for me, I saw nothing, but sadness and grief in my family and my fiancée. It hurt me so much. I couldn't do anything, but watch them cry their eyes out until there are no more tears left and fall asleep. My fiancée grieved the most. Heartbroken and pure emptiness. I stood there next to him wishing to comfort him, but I couldn't. I was a spirit, I could ever do was watch them. And hope they could feel my presence.

Ten years has passed and I went on around the globe finding new ghost friends and learning many culture's that I never been able to see in real life. I made new friends and human friends. It was beautiful.

One day, I was approached by an angel who was covering their face making more difficult to see. I noticed the angel was a holding a hand that led to the little girl. She is cute and adorable, she was at least four or five years old. Her pretty brown hair matched her pretty brown eyes. She smiled brightly even with one missing front tooth, which made her even cuter. She waved her hands, greeting me and I greeted back.

"You will be taking her place." The angel spoke with authoritative voice.

"What?" I was taken back what the angel was trying to say.

"You heard me, don't question me." This so-called-angel demanded me. I was perplexed what the angel was asking of me. "It's not like there's anything for you to go back to."

Hurt by the angel's fact check. I looked at the little girl. "Was her death planned?"

The angel took a moment. "Yes. You could say that."

I looked at the little girl one more time. She smiled. "I'm okay. I want to be with my twin sister. I miss her so much and I need her just as much she needs me."

Touched by her words. I looked at the angel. "I agree."

Next thing I know I was gasping and coughing vomiting water out from my lungs. Burning painful sensation went through my whole body as I desperately trying to breathe in the oxygen. I shivered from the coldness and felt warm arms embracing me tightly as I coughed. Then I just realized that I was alive in the little girl's body. I could feel the cold, the chills and the warmth that are slowly coming to me. The pain in my chest. It felt good.

I felt alive.

Just realizing my surroundings. I looked up at the person who was holding onto me tightly for dear life. It was a woman. Her eyes were in full tears. Fear and worry. Could this woman be her mother? My "mother"?

I looked around me and saw more people surrounding me. Some had similar features like my mother. The mother's family members?

"Mileena! Thank goodness you are alive! I thought I lost you, my poor baby." My name isn't Mileena...wait. I finally realized that she calling me by my name. My new name. I'm Mileena.

"Mom?" I said as I coughed some more.

After taking me to the hospital, I met my doctor who confirmed my parents that I was perfectly fine. Her memories were coming out in my head giving me headaches. As I looked at the floor and uncertainty came to me, doubting my decision about this new life. I looked at my new small delicate hands that had couple of scratches from the rocks. They were so tiny.

I grabbed my new hair, enjoying the feeling of a soft hair and I noticed the my hair color are dark brown. I touched my cheeks and feeling the warmth of them made me cry. I forgot how this felt like.

And the memory of my fiancée came into my mind. Him touching my face with that beautiful smile of his. How I missed him. Mi vida. Mi amor.

Finally discharged from hospital, we went to back to my grandparents place. Apparently, that where we were staying for the night. My mother bathed and new clothing, my mother grabbed my cheeks and looked at me deeply. She began to tear up.

"I thought I was going to loose you too, my little peach."

Feeling the guilt inside me, I knew I had to say something that wouldn't suspect me in any form of way. "I could never leave you mommy. I'll always be here with you."

She smiled and hugged me tightly. She let go. "Come on it's time for dinner."

We were at the dinning table where all of my mother's side were enjoying the food my grandma made. Even though they were happy that I was okay and continued on with their family and random jokes they laughed about, I was happy that I get to experience this again and eat real food again. It was beautiful.

This was indeed creating a new life for me. A new start. I want to do thing I always wished to do before I died, as a person and as woman. This time no one will stop me.

This is how everything began for me.

I am Maria Espinoza and I am twenty-two years old woman in a four years old body named Mileena Rox.

I AM Mileena Rox.