Villainess Reborn: Poppy

Poppy: Three-Mother

     I looked around the villa-I was still holding Irene's hand, not that I had a choice as Irene kept a tight hold onto my tiny hands. Everything in front of me and around me felt both so familiar and foreign. It felt like ages since I've been here but at the same time not.

     You know, I accidentally burned the villa once. That was in my first life. I was camping in the backyard of the villa and accidentally started a fire-they still didn't it was me who started it! I knew what I did was bad, however, the way everyone reacted was hilarious.

     They had the most hilarious face I have ever seen. While they were panicking about the villa being on fire, I was laughing my ass off. This is why I'm going to hell-and also because I'm the villainess.

     Anyway, the villa is bright in color but also quite old school-like 21st century old school. If your wondering I live in the 100th century so 7 900 years has pass since the 21st century. The average human life-span is now 500 years-the oldest human alive is 5 000 years old-that is thanks to technology.

     It's quite interesting really-scratch that! It is absolutely interesting. If I bore you, I'm not sorry. History about humans has always interested me. Can you believe that we survive for so many years? All odds were against us yet we flourish! It's amazing, we're amazing. Sometimes, it makes me feel great about myself.

     "Young Miss, would you like to go to your mother?" I froze hearing the word mother. It was so foreign to me. It felt distant and remembering the woman that gave birth to me I trembled-ever-so-slightly, and took a small step back-I want to slap myself to death. To all the things I could have done in front of Irene... I really need to die.

     Irene looked at me like a predator watching a prey. I truly wanted to bang my head on the wall. Tiny body!!!!! You must learn to control thyself! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... Irene narrowed her eyes at me. I put on my mask subconsciously. Ohhhh boy. Wrong move.

     I yanked my hand away from Irene, my face more devoid of emotion and was hard and cold. I stood tall but I felt my heart beating faster than the speed of train. I learned many things in my first life. If I showed anything unsightly I would be reprimanded. If I did anything wrong-I was just afraid of getting hurt.

     "No thank you." If you ever think Antarctica was cold well your right. My voice in this moment however, is colder than Antarctica could ever get. My face was unmovable and sharp as I looked directly into Irene's eye.

     Irene froze as we made eye contact, her eyes widened and she looked shock. Whatever Irene saw about me when we made eye contact, it froze her to the bone-it chilled her like ice would freeze you.

     We stared at each other for who knew how long. One child-that would be me-another an adult-that would be Irene. It was as if time froze at this time. I stood my ground and Irene just stood there-like a statue. She actually looked cute but this isn't the time.

     "I apologize but I wish to rest." I didn't give Irene time to answer as I hastily made my way into my room in this villa.

     'Mother...' I whispered. I cringed at the word. The only things I could remember about her was her sickly pale face and too thin body. Her voice was hoarse and her was hazy and unfocused.

     For the longest time I could remember, I have tried my very best to get use to her sick and frail body but I just always couldn't handle. It always made me feel so weak. My hands would sweat and my eyes and back would go warm. I didn't like it but I endured it as I tried, tried to get use to it-it never happened.

     The last time I saw her was when she was in that white room with nothing but her bed. She was laying down and her breath was weak and soft. If you didn't see the rise and fall of her chest you would have thought she was dead. The only thing that stood out in the white room-room apart from her was a single red flower.

     I can't remember what it was but I'm assuming it was a rose-my sister Fawn's favorite flower. She always doted and loved Fawn the most. Fawn was her favorite child. Anyway, that was the last time I ever saw her.

     My mother's name was Alya, Alya Mavis Reign Zoix-her last name before she became a Starlight. Her name was very pretty-well at least I thinks so. Did you know that Alya means sky? I did, Alya that's why I think the name is very pretty.

     My mother was a strong, stubborn yet amazing woman. All I ever thought about my mother after she got sick was that she was caged up upon the ground. She wasn't supposed to be caged! She was exactly like her name! She was meant to be in the sky! Up above...

     All I could remember vividly about my mother is her sick body. I can no longer clearly or vividly remember the woman before she was sick. It scared me before...and even till now, it still does.

     She wasn't the best mother in the galaxy-no she wasn't. She wasn't a great mother to me but to my siblings she was. She was also a great and an amazing woman with a big heart and a pure soul. I wish I could see that strong woman again...now I can, but I'm afraid.

     My mother who was so kind and so sweet. The strong and healthy woman that I wish to see so. My mother.