Heavy rain poured down on the earth as the very fat girl ran with speed toward the busy highway, ignoring the anxious cries of her stepmother behind her, begging her to stop.
Anita didn't stop, she'd had enough bullying from her stepbrother and the world.
She was eighteen and ugly, everyone hated and mocked her for her looks wolflessness. But not anymore; today, she decided to end her miserable life; no one would care if she died anyway.
"Anita!!!"
Screech!!! Bam!!!
A loaded truck drove with undiluted speed right into the girl who had suddenly appeared on the road, running its huge tires aggressively over her limp body.
Anita felt the heavy impact of the truck collide brutally with her body, sending her flying some distance away landing her bloodied body on the tarred road; and when she heard the truck struggle with control as it sped toward her body, she knew this was it.
She felt her last breath leave her body as the truck ran over her, complete and absolute darkness engulfing her.
Let the news spread worldwide; in October 2019, a girl ran into a speeding truck and ended her own life.
This was it, this was peace.
But, why was she still conscious? She thought death was supposed to be silent and empty. Why did she feel like she was falling into an endless abyss?
"Anita! Anita! Wake up!" A voice rang inside her head.
Impossible!!!
That was her stepbrother's voice. No! It can't be! Did someone manage to save her by taking her to the hospital?
What a waste of hard work for her obessed body; after running all those miles to reach the highway, some good Samaritan still managed to take her to the hospital.
Damn it!
Back to square one.
"Anita!"
Slap!
She suddenly felt a harsh slap on her cheek and jolted up on the bed, wincing from the stinging pain and staring with shock at everything around her.
But the pain wasn't what shocked her; her brother and the entire room shocked her.
Everything seemed different and finer. Even her wicked stepbrother looked more posh.
She recognized the room as hers, but everything in there just seemed cleaner; she even got a small table mirror by the side.
Was this how death was? Transporting you into another world where you live differently with some little similarities, like still giving her the same wicked stepbrother.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Follow me downstairs immediately. You've killed them! You've killed mother and father!" Her stepbrother suddenly grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of bed.
"Ouch! It hurts!" She screamed as she followed him out of the room with her hands tapping her stepbrother's hand on her hair.
The pain in her hair made Anita realize that this was no dream, nor was it a hallucination caused by death.
She didn't understand what her brother was saying about her killing their parents.
This was real, like earthly real. But how possible is this? What's this kind of situation called?
She caught sight of herself in the small wall mirror as she was being dragged down the stairs, and the image she saw baffled her.
It was still her face quite alright, but she knew no amount of workouts or surgery would give her a formal self that kind of sexy and fit look.
What was really going on? Was life giving her a second chance? If so, the only good thing that happened to her was her new body, every other thing was just as fucked up as her previous life.
But in that moment, she promised herself something: she was never going to harm herself because of what people thought or said about her; it was about time she lived for herself.
"Let me go!" She suddenly kicked her stepbrother's leg, escaping from his hold when he was still in shock by her attack.
"You little—" Her stepbrother caught up with her in the living room, slapping her hard on the face.
"You think you can escape huh? After sending Mom and Dad to their deaths, you think you can roam the earth freely?!" He landed a kick to her abdomen.
"Argh!" Anita doubled over in pain and fell to the floor.
She didn't know which was more painful, her father's and stepmother's deaths, or the fact that she didn't die in the truck accident.
Her brain was slowly starting to analyze the situation for her, and if her brain still worked correctly, then she believed she'd been transmigrated and time-traveled into the future, with a better body as a perk.
But at what cost? If her parents had to die and she still had to live like an animal in a cage, what use was the transmigration?
Movies and books weren't entirely false, after all. Because, here she was, back to a hellish life, an orphan and a victim of domestic abuse.
"Mr. Henry, he's here," A young boy ran into the living room and announced breathlessly to Henry, who was busy kicking and hitting Anita.
"What?!" He asked loudly, instantly abandoning Anita on the floor and turning toward the young boy.
"Yes, sir. His car is parked in front of the building, I suggest you escape through the back gate," The young boy said.
Anita painfully tried to stand on her feet but fell back down from the pain she felt in her abdomen.
Was this a way of the earth punishing her for committing suicide? She wondered how she was going to survive; it seemed her present life was going to be more challenging than her previous life.
How in the world? Out of billions of people committing suicide all over the earth, why was she the one who was chosen to be transmigrated? This wasn't fair at all.
Anita watched in confusion and hatred as her stepbrother ran helter-skelter around the living room, looking for the quickest exit.
It made her wonder just how powerful the person looking for him might be. It was just like their previous life; he always got in trouble with people, and their parents were the ones who always helped him out, but this time, their parents were dead, so there was no one here to help him.
She watched as he ran into the kitchen, planning to escape through the kitchen door that led to the backyard.
Anita finally found her strength and got up from the floor, holding the side of her stomach that was hurting badly.
"I'm sorry, Anita, I would have helped you, but you'll slow me down," The young boy said and quickly headed in the same direction as Henry.
Anita got scared; she didn't know who was coming after them, but the person had to be powerful for them to act that scared.
She looked left and then right, contemplating which way to go and hide. She finally decided to go to her father's study; no one would think of finding her there. But her she stopped dead in her track when she suddenly heard the young boy's voice from the back of the house.
"Shit, no, no, please!"
Bam!!!
Anita jumped to her feet as she heard the gunshot from the backyard, and before she could quickly limpe her way to the study, the front door flew open, and armed men in black clothes with masks over their faces trooped into their living room.
Anita gasped in fright as two of the men cornered her and forcefully pinned her down on her knees.
She knew better than to struggle with the scary-looking men; she could only whimper in fear and pray they wouldn't kill her the moment life decided to give her a second chance.
She raised her face toward the kitchen door as it was roughly kicked open and she saw one of the armed men dragging a bleeding boy into the living room, followed by a chained Henry.
She would have laughed at him if her life wasn't also at risk. Finally, her stepbrother got what he deserved, she hoped they killed him.
"H-how about I m-make you all a d-deal?" Henry stammered shakily as they forcefully kicked him down the ground, causing him to lie flat on the floor, next to his bleeding servant boy.
"How about you pay me my money?" An icy, dark voice asked from the door, causing eerie silence to befall the room.