Villainess Reborn: Poppy

Poppy: One-Wild Poppies

Second chances are hard to come by and when you do get a second chance, you wonder if you deserve it. Not many deserve a second chance but those who do are quite lucky. I mean, you did something so bad! But,you still get a second chance to repent what you've done. A lot of people don't have that luck.

I mean, you really, really, really have to be so lucky. But me? Poppy, I am not lucky. In fact, I am very unlucky. Like I would be that person who would have a hundred bucks and lose it. Or maybe, going on a camping trip and falling of a cliff only to survive and get chase by a bear.

That probably isn't a funny scenario but boy, do I fine that funny! That is absolutely hilarious if you ask me. You survive death only to be chase by death. Oh the man! That happened to me once though. Needless to say, I was laughing my ass off as I was in death's door.

That was not a good idea as loud noises made me an easy target for the bear that was chasing me. Although it wasn't a good idea but I don't regret it! Not one bit. Anyway, I did survive that because a) I'm telling this goddamn story and b) I'm fucking alive- also I'm not sorry for the language.

So the thing is, I'm not innocent. I'm not nice, you can call me mean and cruel and I'd be fine with that. I'm not the heroine in this story-I'm the villain. Yeah the villain. That means that I'm not the protagonist. I'm just a side character and unfortunately I'm the villain.

I'm sure you've played games or read about villains like me. You know that I would
probably die by the end of this story if not disowned and killed. Either way I would be dead. Or maybe, I would have a character arc redemption and became a good person.

Well sorry to bust your bubble, I don't have that arc redemption. I died and that was it. That was the end of my story. The end of a villain who got what she deserved. Well, when death came, at least that's what I thought.

My time came and I was fine with that. I was fine with my death as I closed my eyes in a meadow full of wild poppies-poppies like my name. In my moment of death I have never felt more peaceful. It was finally over-my suffering and pain, it was over. It wasn't! Just when I thought it was over, it was only starting.

A Phoenix is a magical, majestic and mythical creature. It was powerful and it was associated with fire. It soared with its wings in the clouds free and unrestrained and unrestricted. It was a symbol for rebirth.

Rebirth: the process of being reincarnated or born again. It's a very nice word. I've read about rebirth stories-be it fan fiction or not. They were all good but I always thought it was a fantasy. Then again, my world isn't exactly normal.

Remembering all the news I've both read and watch about people remembering their past life-I thought it was impossible. What are the chances or that happening? Astronomically small.

Second chances? Rebirth? They are nothing but a fantasy to me. I didn't want a second chance. I didn't want to be reborn-I wanted to die. For it to be over, however, here I am. In a familiar meadow-a meadow full of wild poppies.

I didn't react-no, I couldn't react. I just sat there, my hands on the ground between my legs and I looked towards the horizon as the sun rose. I let out a small laugh. It was quiet, broken and hoarse... but also, childish.

For once in my life I truly wanted something. You know, since I always got what I wanted I thought that I would get what I wanted this time as well-unfortunately it seems like the world and fate likes to play with me.

Bringing me back to this place? I wonder why-like dude, you could have let someone else who actually needed and wanted this. Is it really smart to let someone like me have this knowledge. I might start a galactic war you know.

By the way, that isn't a good thing. For the people-ahem readers-that thinks that's okay it's really not. Like, a galactic war is the worse thing that could happen. The few times it happened, so many races almost went instinct. Anyway off topic.

Returning back in time when I was a child-specifically when I was five years old sucks! It means that I have to go through hell all over again. I think that actual hell would be a lot better than being in earth and experiencing what I experience all over again.

Watching the sun rise really is beautiful but I know it won't last long. Every beautiful things will eventually come to an end. It doesn't matter if you want it to last longer or want it to keep going forever-it always ends. And maybe, just maybe mine would come to an end sooner rather than later.

Life is beautiful, until it isn't. The world is amazing till it isn't. Once something become another-it can't change. You can take the light in a child's eyes but you can't bring it back. I know that first hand.

The world will never change. It will always be cruel. It will always take the things that you dearly love the most. The only thing you can do is make yourself unable to love anything. That way you won't get hurt. You know why? Because the world can't take what you don't have. I know. I know...

Like the queen of hearts once said: "it is better to be feared than loved." I agree.