I was just peacefully walking back home after a long day from work. This sucks... My boss literally fired me.
The reason why I got fired? Don't start me with those bastards who tried to steal from me, now they have the audacity to act like they're the victims. However, I didn't regret being fired since I hate arguing with dumb people.
I have this kind of mood swings or whatever. By the way, I haven't introduced myself, haven't I? I'm Kayla. Just an ordinary 43 years old still had no husband I only have cats with me. F*CK being married, if there's something I hate in this world? It's gonna be the word L.O.V.E. love.
Back to the scenario, yeah I was walking through the street when I heard a scream. Not too far, I looked around if there's anyone in danger. I tried to walk towards the sound I heard but with my bloated stomach I couldn't even move faster. I would get tired eventually...
Before I finally gave up on following the sound I saw a girl was crawling like her ankle just broke and I was horrified! She looks messed up, I tried my best to stay calm and my hands were trembling as I reached out for her hands and helped her to get up on her feet.
"Good lord, what the hell happened to you?!" I asked worriedly, scanning her body and looked at her face. Seeing a blood on her forehead.
She looks weak and fragile, her body was like a stick like she hadn't eaten in days. I was concerned about this young lady, she's too pretty to be this skinny!
The girl had a brown hair, pale skin and bruise on her lips and body. Okay, now I'm genuinely concerned about this lady...
"Please help me.. Please! I don't wanna die! I-i don't!... I don't wanna!..." She begged.
My eyes widened when she began to beg me to save her, what am I supposed to do? Ah, wait, Imma call the cops.
Before I could reach my phone, the girl suddenly jumped on me causing me to drop my phone.
"Lady! What the actual heck are you doing?! You made me drop my phone!" I yelled out of frustration I have no patience for this now.
"They're here!" The girl shouted and that absolutely terrified me.
An group of armed men came towards our direction. I am FREAKING scared now. Even if I run I wouldn't survive, I mean look at me. I'm at my 40's and I'm fat. I don't think running will be the best solution.
"Hey, whatever that is. I'm out." I said, I was just walking towards my home! I didn't know there's something going on in this path, if I only knew I should've just took the bus.
"Who is this fat woman you're with?" One of them asked with a stern voice.
That made me froze for a moment and looked at them, they're hella scary... All I could do is to pray that they wouldn't choose to kill me.
"She escaped with me! Yes, she escaped with me through the window!" The girl yelled out loud.
I. Was. Utterly. Stund.
One of the armed men looked at me, he's like scanning my face and smirked lifting my chin with his index finger.
"This woman? She's not even fit to be our plaything. If she's one of the escaped goats let's bring her in." The man said with a husky and cold voice which made me uncomfortable.
"W-what??!! No! I refuse!" I stuttered and turned my head to the girl my eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, you SAID I was with YOU?! ESCAPING?!! GIRL. I couldn't even run a mile and HOW would I FIT on the goddamn window?! Dumbass, my fat ass probably still be stuck there by now!" I defended myself and pushed them away.
I pushed the man away making him fell on his butt so hard. I did that too hard didn't I? I'm doomed.
I immediately took the girl's wrist and began running away. I don't know but I felt like running would be the only option we had. Now I'm exhausted...!
While running with the girl I finally stopped and panting while also the girl stopped too and breathing heavily with me... This bitch literally just tried to make a story earlier.
Before I could stand up straight again I was hit by a car. I was on the ground blood on my head lying there with my half-lidded eyes and blurry vision... Now my vision was starting to go black...
The first thing I felt was pain.
Not sharp. Not blinding.
Just a dull, constant ache pressing against my skull like something was trying to push its way out from inside my head.
My eyes slowly opened.
I expected the hospital ceiling.
White. Familiar. Ugly in a comforting way.
But it wasn't there.
Instead, there was wood.
Tall, dark beams stretched above me like the ribs of something massive. Light filtered through stained glass windows, spilling colors across the floor—blue, red, gold—like the room itself was bleeding light.
My breathing hitched.
"…Where…?"
My voice came out wrong.
Too soft.
Too light.
I tried to move, but my head throbbed harder the moment I shifted. I groaned and pushed myself upright anyway, ignoring the pressure building behind my eyes.
The moment I sat up, I noticed the fabric.
A white nightgown.
Soft. Expensive-looking. Nothing like anything I had ever owned.
My heart started beating faster.
"No… no, this isn't funny," I muttered, pressing a hand to my head. "This has to be a hospital room… or some kind of—"
I forced myself to stand.
My legs felt unstable, like I wasn't used to them. Like they didn't belong to me. I stumbled forward, pulled by something I didn't even think about, until I reached a tall mirror near the wall.
And I stopped.
Completely.
Because the person staring back at me…
was not me.
Short curly blonde hair framed a face I didn't recognize. Blue eyes—too clear, too bright—stared back at me in shock. Pale skin. Pink lips. A delicate, almost fragile expression like something carved carefully instead of born.
A doll.
That was the only word my mind could find.
My hand slowly lifted.
The reflection copied me.
I touched my face.
It was real.
"…What…?" My voice cracked. "What is this…?"
My fingers shook as I stepped closer, staring harder, hoping it would change if I looked long enough.
But it didn't.
This body was not mine.
It was smaller. Lighter. Completely unfamiliar.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
My head pulsed again—stronger this time—and for a second, something flickered at the edge of my thoughts.
Whispers.
Not clear.
Not mine.
Just fragments trying to form meaning.
I stumbled back from the mirror, breathing uneven.
"This… can't be real…"
But even as I said it—
I knew.
Something had gone terribly, impossibly wrong. WHERE THE HELL AM I??!