Seven Souls

I'm Sophia

Christiana’s POV

I fluttered my eyes open, then shut them, trying to adjust to the light. I moved my hand, trying to remove the oxygen mask.

“Hey, how are you doing?” A voice broke out the noise of the heart machine.

I felt a hand brush my hair softly and a kiss on my forehead; I lifted my eyes and was met by admiring hazel eyes.

Who was that guy?

I studied his features, sharp jaw, and a stubble beard. A mess of blondish curls sat on his head. Not to mention the dark circles around his eyes. He looked stressed.

I moved my hand up and removed the oxygen mask. “Water,” my voice croaked out as my throat was dry.

That person helped me sit up and handed me the water, helping me drink.

“What happened? I thought I died,” my voice croaked out.

He cupped my cheek, and I had the urge to push him away, but didn’t, feeling relaxed at his touch. “Thank God, you are alive. I couldn’t live without you.”

My eyes studied the room. There were a lot of balloons and gifts. Then my gaze fell on the mirror. I blinked at the mirror, touching my face with my other hand.

Who was that person?

My hair was hazel, not blonde anymore, my eyes were green instead of blue, hell my face doesn’t look the same.

What happened to me? My breathing became faster, the sound of the heart machine was louder than before, as I was panicking.

“Sophia, are you fine?” That nice guy asked, grazing his thumb over my skin, trying to calm me down.

“Sophia?” I questioned. My eyes rolled to the back, and I fainted.

Everything seemed like a dream. My soul was trapped in that girl who crashed her car into mine.

Even when I die, my soul can’t give up. That’s sad.

In that period I passed out, I met Sophia, the person who I possessed over her body. We spoke to each other, knowing that we share the body now.

The weird thing about the whole thing is I could feel her aura. She was fading slowly, slipping away from her body as mine overpowered her.

I didn’t deserve to die, nor her, even though she was the one who crashed into me. I wanted her to live.

She had an exciting life waiting for her while I had nothing, except for my sister who would leave me eventually when she finds herself the right man, then have a family.

Our meeting was cut short when I woke up again, meeting those admiring hazel eyes. So, his name is Sam.

“Is she fine?” He asked the doctor.

“Yeah, it’s all side effects of her seizure and the crash, and she’s been in a coma for a month,” the doctor said as he moved the blinding lights in front of my eyes.

Holy crap, a month!

The doctor went on, telling me what happened while I sat there, completely shocked.

Apparently, Sophia has epilepsy, and it never showed her entire life till she got pregnant. That day she didn’t have much sleep, no breakfast, and her hormones were high, causing her to have a seizure.

She should’ve gone to the doctor, get herself checked, but she was preparing a surprise for Sam.

“I’m sorry about your loss. You came here late and we couldn’t save the baby,” the doctor said, lowering his head.

I glanced at Sam and noticed tears accumulating in his eyes; I didn’t know how to react to what the doctor just said.

The doctor stood away and wrote something on his clipboard.

I felt Sam’s hand take mine into his, squeezing it softly. “Calm down,” he mumbled, kissing my forehead.

I had no feelings for that man, but I felt bad for him. He was sad that his baby died and as Sophia he expected me to react; I wasn’t Sophia.

He even tried to comfort me when his tears failed him. I could see the love and adoration he held for Sophia.

They weren’t for me; they were for Sophia. I chanted in my head.

I cupped his cheek unconsciously, wiping his tears. Was it possible for Sophia to control me? I don’t know that.

Sam kissed my inner wrist and forced a smile through his tears.

“What happened to the other girl?” I asked. The doctor took off his thick glasses and looked sad.

“Unfortunately, she died. You were lucky to live,” he said with a sad smile.

I know I died; I wanted to know if someone came to bury my body or left it for these doctors to take my organs.

What about Kylie? I was supposed to pick her up.

Did my parents throw me a funeral? Or they didn’t even care about my death.

I had a headache from all of those unanswered questions.

The doctor excused himself and left me with Sam.

My gaze went over to Sam, who held my hand in front of his lips. He kissed my knuckles and smiled softly.

I envied Sophia for having such a man. He fitted perfectly everything I wished in a man, a woman can get lucky except me.

“I prayed for you to be okay every night,” he said, grazing his thumb over my knuckles.

Should I tell him I wasn’t Sophia as she told me or no?

He looked like s**t, and I don’t know if I told him how he would react. So, I stuck to not telling him now.

The door opened, breaking Sam’s gaze from mine as he looked at the people who just entered.

My eyes followed where he was looking. I saw an old man and woman, probably in their mid-fifties. They were her parents. I could tell from the similarities.

The woman cried and came over, pulling me into her embrace. “Thank God, you are fine,” she said as she buried her head in my neck.

I wrapped my arm around her, closing my eyes at that weird sensation.

When I saw Sophia, I promised her to give her life back. But that love from her family and fiance, I wanted that for such a long time, and God kind of gave me a chance to live again.

Am I going to waste it?

The answer was yes. If her soul was hanging in there, then she got a second chance to live, too.

The woman sobbed in my arms and kept mumbling some things in Spanish.

She pulled away and kissed my forehead, cupping my cheek with her hand. Her husband came over and kissed my forehead, saying things also in Spanish.

So, that’s how a family is supposed to be.

Happy and sharing love. I never experienced that.

My eyes went over to Sam. I don’t why, but I felt he was the one I find my comfort in.

He had tears in his eyes and wiped them quickly when he noticed my eyes on him.

“I-I’m tired and I need to rest, sorry,” I shuttered.

“Of course, my baby, we will come tomorrow,” the woman said, grazing her thumb along my cheekbone.

I loved the sensation of warmth and how she looked at me; I meant Sophia. She was looking at Sophia with caring and adoration filled in her eyes.

Why weren’t my parents like this?

“You call us as soon as she wakes up,” she said, directing her words to Sam.

“Okay, just go rest Claire, you haven’t slept in weeks,” he said softly, helping her up.

She smiled softly and hugged him. He patted her shoulder and pulled away.

“Keep her safe,” the old man said, gazing at Sam.

“That’s for sure, Joe,” Sam said, and the man nodded, taking his wife with him out of the room.

Do I call them mom and dad or by their names? They weren’t my parents, but I was Sophia now till I figure how to crossover to the afterlife, leaving Sophia’s body for her soul.

“What are you thinking about?” Sam said, placing his hand on my knee.

“Nothing, I’m just tired,” I mumbled, and he nodded. He went over to the lights and turned them off.

He returned and was about to kiss me, but I stopped him, remembering Sophia’s words.

“I’m tired,” I whispered, and he pressed his lips, nodding.

He sat on the chair, bringing it close to my bed. I laid back on the uncomfortable bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling his hand placed on my hair, stroking it softly.

He hummed a song, and I glanced at him. “Could you sing for me?” I asked, and he nodded, licking his lips. Then he sang.

I was in heaven, hearing his angelic voice, as he was singing, his eyes were on me.

We locked gazes as he sang with his raspy voice. My eyelids were closing slowly, and I fell asleep.