Leaving the Shell

Chapter 1

I fluttered my eyes open, above me lay a different roof. 'Great,' I thought sarcastically, 'it's happened again.'

My life has always been different, my world has always been different. I didn't always know that, but I sure as hell do now. I got the message after the numerous amounts of times that I was called crazy, delusional, or my least favourite, special. I never liked being called special, it always felt more like an insult than anything else. It also felt like what was happening was a good thing, that I should be grateful, but I wasn't. I didn't like going to sleep knowing that the next day I may or may not wake up in a different body. I didn't like having to live in another person's body that I knew nothing about. I just wanted to be in one body and one body only, for the rest of life. Maybe I could have friends, I mean, I have friends, but I don't necessarily always like them, and I can't ever get too close. Heck, even a family I could actually care for and love would be great. I've never actually had a family that I've truly loved before.

I snapped myself back into this new reality. I shifted underneath my covers as I glazed my eyes over the room, soaking up the room I'll be in for however long. There were posters of bands that were a little familiar, like the band, ACDC. I'd been to one of their concerts before, and I sure hoped that I didn't leave that person with any permanent ear damage. Most of these posters seemed like metal bands with a few rock. Luckily, I'm adequately informed of rock culture, but not enough to support a conversation. Other than the infinite amount of CDs, there wasn't much else in their room. There were just the basics: a nightstand, dresser, closet, desk, and a bed. There didn't seem to be a lot of colour, but it still felt lively enough. It was certainly not the worst room I've ever been in.

I shifted my legs over my bed, instantly reaching for my glasses, but there were none. Then I realised that this character wasn't blind, I mentally slapped myself and I got up to leave.

As I entered the restroom I went to splash my face with cold water, as it helps me wake up. I raised my gaze, and that's when I saw my face. I mean, I guess I looked pretty cool. My hair was soot black, but I had a feeling it was dyed because my eyes were a vibrant blue. But they looked like there was no life in them, I had dark bags under my eyes and my cheeks look hollow. I had a septum nose piercing that was pretty awesome, and a couple ear piercings on each ear that really helped tie the look together. I was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a sugar skull on it with some loose sweatpants, not going to lie, it was a cold outfit. Especially since I had spent the last three weeks in Australia. But hey, whatever suits her. Her. It had been a good while since I've been a girl, and I'm not sure how I felt about it, but at least it looked like this girl kept to herself quite a bit. That I liked.

I was done observing my new body, and I decided to head down towards the kitchen, I was starving, it felt like I hadn't eaten for days. The house didn't seem terrible, at all. It wasn't super expensive but it was still well furnished. There were pictures of family lining the walls, the younger version of myself seemed so innocent. And I was right, I was not wearing my natural hair, in fact, I was apparently ginger. That also explains my eyes. I could smell the scent of bacon being cooked, I missed bacon. The last person I embodied was a vegan, and some days I just wanted to nap the day away, that way I could forget about my cravings and maybe wake up in a different body. Unfortunately, naps don't trigger the change, trust me, I've tried.

In the living room there was a decently sized flatscreen TV, with a PlayStation box Underneath. 'Awesome,' that should keep me occupied. I walked down the hall, the strong scent becoming almost unbearable. Around the corner there was a lady cooking. She had bright ginger hair that glowed, it wouldn't come as a surprise if she was related to me.. She was wearing a colourful apron and had a very bright aura around her.