Confessions of a Corpse

Chapter 3 - Charlotte

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It was weird to be breathing again.

I had finally, finally managed to break free from the mirror - merging with and trusting Celine, Damien, and whatever supernatural force haunted that damned house was a horrible idea - and found myself a perfectly willing host. A dying girl, to be exact. Stricken with illness. I had managed to get to her before she passed, and we negotiated. She wanted to just pass on peacefully, without the pain that kept plaguing her, and I wanted a new body.

This time, my motivation wasn't simple revenge. No, I had abandoned that quest after realizing that the thing in my body wanted nothing more than to tear the world apart.

Now I wanted answers.

That was all I wanted.

Answers.

She agreed, and I woke up a few hours after she was pronounced dead. I managed to convince the people who were about to slice me open and drain my organs not to do such a thing, and I was allowed to leave without too much trouble. Charlotte seemed like she was a wonderful girl. I felt slightly guilty about using her body as a vessel, but at least our deal was made on amicable terms. Not backstabbing.

I flexed my fingers, marveling at just how small my hands were. In hindsight, they weren't different from my old body, but I pushed that thought away and started my journey to try and find some truth about what happened after I died.

Where was my original body now?

Where was that scumbag entity that stole it from me?

What happened to Celine and Damien?

What happened to Wiliam?

Did he really go insane, or was that just something my mind was conjuring up to scare me?

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Deep down in my heart, I knew the answer to that last question.

He had lost it.

Completely.

And I didn't even know if I'd see him again.

I could only hope that he was safe and in a better position than I was.