I died and got reincarnated in another world

Prologue

"She's there!"

I cursed in my head and started running again. Damn, I was hoping to catch my breath somehow. This running has got me panting like a dying horse.

"Idiot! She went the other way! Boss will be angry if we lost her!"

You see, there's some shady men chasing me and apparently, it was because some 'boss' was looking for me. I don't have the slightest idea why. I'm just an ordinary girl, nothing special really. Well, my parents died when I was young and I have no other living relatives so I ended up living in an orphanage but that's as special as I can get.

There must be a reason why they were looking for me. Debts? I knew my parents weren't the richest people around but I also knew that they don't owe anyone, so money is out of the question.

Hmm... Did I made someone really angry? Nah. I'm actually a very likeable person. I'm quiet but I say my opinions from time to time and I'm by no means a push over. I never fought with anyone before no matter how irritated I get. That's probably because I never dare cause trouble because I don't want to be kicked out of the orphanage and live in the streets, if you know what I mean.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the small rock on the pavement and I slipped. I tried to get up but my head hit the fence pretty hard which left me disoriented. It was hurting and my knees were bleeding so much I thought I'd pass out. Unfortunately, this caused them to catch up to me. Realizing that I have no other options, I started screaming like a banshee. Something that I should've done while I was trying to get away, now that I realized. Considering that I'm in the abandoned part of the town, no people came to my rescue. Just my luck.

"Let me go!" I screamed but to no avail. They were really strong, these men. I tried to kick the man nearest me in his most vulnerable spot but this guy must underwent some serious training because he looked like he didn't felt anything at all. Man, that's some balls he got there or maybe he was sporting some steel underwear? My poor knees though.

In a desperate attempt to get out of this nasty situation, I tried clawing and punching at their faces. My skinny arms and frail frame done no damage to them. No surprises there. One of them pinned me down on the pavement and the other one forced a cloth on my face which was probably laced with some chemical. How barbaric.

Just like that, I was out.

***

I knew that I died then because right now, I'm floating in some black space.

I'm sure of it, I'm dead. If I'm not dead then what is this? A dream? Some kind of side effect from the drug? Hallucinations? Maybe. Well, that's a possibility, but I've lost track of how many weeks I've been uselessly floating here. Weeks, I'm telling you.

Ah. If I only knew that some rock will lead me to my death, I would've fly to avoid it.

But what really caused my death? Did those men killed me? Did they poisoned me or something? Am I a victim of organ trafficking? Or did I died because of my head injury thanks to that stupid rock? Did they raped me, killed me and then left my corpse rotting? God, I hope not. These thoughts were plaguing my mind as I float in a random direction.

Now that I think about it, I did not even met their boss. I was really curious too. One of my theories being that I'm really some big shot heiress to a well-known mafia. Another theory of mine is that their boss fell in love with me and got his men to kidnap me because he wanted me as his wife. Or maybe this boss caused my parents death because they knew his top secret and he wanted to kill me too. Hey that's kinda plausible!

But huh. Whatever. This sucks. I never had the chance to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor and escaping that goddamn orphanage. I died without having friends that really know me and someone that really cares about me. I've always wanted someone to grieve over my grave, you know. Like I'm a big loss in their lives but no, I just had to die without achieving any of these. I will eventually fade in the background and only become a passing memory at most.

I wish I can live one more time...

***

And that's how all it started.

Author's Note:

I've been reading a lot of fantasy and shoujo light novels lately and I was really inspired to write something in the same genre. :P

Additional info., she died because of her head injury (Truck-san was very busy delivering goods, thank you very much).

Hope you enjoyed it!

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