the heroine becomes the villainess

My name is Camelia Lopez. I am 23 years old and I still live with my grandma, well I used to. She died. Now I'm all alone. " But Camelia, why can't you live with your parents?" they also died years ago, you shouldn't feel bad about that part though, they were nothing but abusive crackhead junkies so I was happy when they died. I was about 12 when I walked in on them ODing. My dad looked at me and tried to tell me to call for an ambulance but I just walked up to him and showed him the scar he gave me. At the time it was pink and ugly and it ran from my shoulder to my elbow. I stared him right in the eyes while he died. He was the worst but my mother was still bad, she beat me with switches all the time so my legs are badly scared. I only ever told this to my best friend, she told me I was a murderer and told the whole school. I guess it was my fault though. The only person who didn't blame me was my grandma, whenever she came to visit they covered my arms and legs so when she was being asked about my parents abuse she was devastated. Then she asked to see them so she could but ointment on them, I heard her crying herself to sleep that night. I knew I should've felt bad for her but after everything I went through I should've been the one being pitied. But everyone made it seem like I was stupid for not calling the police. There were no phones in the house so it's not like I could have called, I wasn't allowed to go to school until I was with my grandma so I couldn't have told anyone there, they kept me locked up in my room so I couldn't have run away, and they were watching me like hawks whenever my grandma visited. I was completely powerless but I am still blamed!? Well was blamed. After my grandma died I realized that I didn't have to go through any of this. I was an atheist and didn't know what happened after death but I'm pretty sure it's better than this. so if your reading this, make sure my grandmother's grave is being taken care of. Hate, Camelia I open my eyes and close them shut right away. You would think they would turn off the lights for a sleeping patient. I try to sit up but lay right back down when my head starts feeling like it's going to explode. How the hell am I even alive? I jumped from to high up. I look to my right and see some weird looking pills and a glass of water. I might as well, I'd do anything to kill this headache I go to grab them, " Jesus, I need to go outside, why are my arms so pale!" I shout on accident I continue to examine them when I notice that my scars are gone what the f**k? I think to myself. I quickly take the pills and then yank the covers off. My legs are healed too, what about the scar under my eye? I look around for my phone but it's not in here, s**t, there's nothing in here. where is all the medical equipment, this is just a room. I look around, why is everything so vintage? I look down at the blankets, there are stains everywhere on it. "Ewwww" I jump out of bed and almost trip over the long night gown Im wearing. at least it's clean I think to myself. I look around again. This room is so tiny, First the nasty blankets and then they stick me in a room the size of a broom closet. For healthcare to be so expensive you'd think I would get treated better than this. I scoff. I walk towards the closet and swing the doors open so I can look for some cloths to wear. Why are there only dresses? I mean at least let them be cute but these are f*****g hideous. "I'd rather wear the nightgown" I say out loud. I glance over at the dresser and see a hand held mirror. I forgot I was trying to look at myself I pick the mirror up and freeze. Not only is my scar gone but my eyes are blue, my eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair are white. I kept my hair short but now It goes all the way to my ankles. My hair is supposed to be jet black and my eyes are supposed to be brown. My facial structure is also completely different. What happened to my freckles? And my eyes used to be almond shaped but they are doe shaped now. I stare at my reflection a while longer when it hits me. I must have been kidn*pped by some guy with a weird fetish and he gave me facial reconstruction, oh my f*****g goodness what do you even do in this situation!? do I scream do I fight? wait, calm down Camelia let's just look around some more, maybe you haven't been kidn*pped. I walk over to the door and try to open it. it's locked. I've been f*****g kidn*pped. holy hell, holy hell. What should I do- I was cut off from my thoughts when I heard some unlocking the door. I ran over to the bed and pretended to be sleeping. Please leave, please leave, please leave, please- ice cold water is splashed on me and I jump out of bed I start gasping because Im shocked and I look up at the girl who splashed me she looks a little older then me and she has this ugly smirk. " Gosh, you already are nothing but a bother the least you can do is wake up on time" the girl said as she turned around to leave. there is no way she thinks she can do that and walk away. I jump over the bed and grab her by her hair. I pull her to the ground and start punching and kicking her. When I'm finished I slam her head against the ground and hold her head up as I crouch down to her level. "Listen b***h, I don't know how you got me here or where here is but your going to tell me where the phone is so I can get the f**k out of here." I whispered to her. I didn't need anybody else coming in here. She stared at me, terrified. I know she can understand me, she was just speaking English herself. She stared at me a while longer before she snapped out of it and yanked her hair away her me. "I don't know what's gotten into you, miss but the duchess will be hearing about this. The girl said as she stormed away Duchess? maybe this is some kind of old fashioned cult or something and the duke and duchess are like their masters. maybe there trying to turn me into a member of the cult? I tried raking my brain to try and come up with something but it wasn't making sense. How am I alive, how did they get me here, my do I look so different? I look towards the door. She left it open I think to myself as a smirk creeps across my face. I step out the room and look around. nothing. It's just an empty corridor, well an empty creepy corridor. It barely looks like it can fit 2 people walking side by side. I run through the hall and out the door, On the other side is a much bigger hallway that is elegantly decorated. I look in both direction and see some girls in maids costumes walking on the right side. They didn't see me so I ran down the left side. Why is this hallway so long? I think to myself. There's a door to my left. air doesn't seem like this hallway is going anywhere so I might as well try it. I slowly open the door and peek inside. My mouth waters as a delicious scent hits my nose. Steak, potatoes, gravy. I know that smell anywhere. It was my favorite meal and grandma made it every year for my birthday after I started living with her. I look at a tray with multiple plates of food. I look around the room and it looks like a dining room, there's no one here though. I walk up to the tray and pick up one of the plates. I was about about to run away when I heard the girl from earlier. " Then she attacked me! I know that you are too kind to just kick her out but that girl is a demon. Her hair proves it! The only person in history born with white hair like that was the evil arch mage!" She's yelling so loud Im sure the entire building can hear her, I snicker at the thought. "Miss Valerie isn't going to be the heir, no one is gonna want to marry her with her hair like that, I'm sorry to say this but that girl is completely useless!" Valerie? As in Valerie Vanguard? I think to myself. I have a sudden moment of realization and decide to go back to the room.