Touch of Familiarity Pt. 1
653 Words
When I opened my eyes, the night was already peeking through the windows.
"Julla..."
I whispered and rubbed my eyes which had the drops of tears from my slumber. I sat down the soft duvet and saw my other reflection by the mirror. "Why am I in this body anyways when I should have been dead?"
And how is this even possible?
I need answers.
I tried recalling my memories from the war, before I got in this body but all I can remember was the time when I was going to be beheaded. I placed my palm on my neck as I remember the bloody sword which I faced before everything was messed up.
I suddenly remembered a voice that I heard right before I died.
Whose voice was that anyway?
I glanced at the mirror and my eyes widened as I realized something. I took a step closer to the large mirror and placed my palm on the reflection.
“I don’t want to die…”
I gasped.
It was this girl’s voice who spoke that time and we said the same thing in chorus! But why? And how did this happen? I stared at the mirror once again and look at the innocent face staring back at me.
“If you wanted to live longer… why would you even jump off that building in the first place?”
I asked but there was nothing. It was just me looking silently by my reflection which I don’t even own. She looks so young and pure… What could be her problem? I was fighting for my life in my world and she was throwing hers away but she didn’t want to die?
“Triz?” The girl’s father startled me with his knock by the door. How can I even tell this man that his daughter disappeared…? “Triz… honey? Is everything okay?” He called once again so I hurried towards the door and opened it. The old man was looking with his worried eyes and I remembered Uncle Lumiere, making me space out for a second.
“Hey kid,” he mumbled once again as he patted the top of my head once or twice.
“Oh, my apologies. Is there anything you need?” I asked politely and the man’s eyes squinted a little. Darn! He was the one asking, I forgot. “I mean yea, I’m okay,” I added with a little smile.
“You can talk to me if ever you have problems, okay?” he mumbled and my heart warmed a bit. It’s nice that she had a father.
“Thanks dad,” I answered, surprised for my automatic response at his sentence. I found my heart starting to pound with joy upon realizing that I have a father in this world. So I did the first thing I could have done if my father weren’t a tyrant.
I embraced my dad and my eyes began welling up as I did. It was warm and it was better as he let out his old man’s laugh and hugged me back.
“There, there,” he chuckled and I realized that I was smiling. “Our dinner is ready. You need to eat a lot!”
His tone made me giggle so I just nodded and we went downstairs at the dinner table where the food was ready. As we headed down the second floor, everything around the house was so familiar around the house—the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the ambience, everything except the girl herself. I began arranging the plates, surprised by how I knew where it was, what it looked like and what the other utensils were called.
This is all so different from where I used to live…
I placed the gravy down the table and sat down with the old man and then we started digging on our food.
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