Death was my new beginning

I died

A week ago, my name was Maria, a 24-year-old University student, that is until I got mugged on my way to my car and, in the struggle, got stabbed. The guy ran away, and I bled out. I think it was a quick death, I’m not really sure, but now, my name is Mina Heartfelt, the third child and only daughter of a Count.

Let us go back one week. That day I thought I died, but the next thing I knew, I was in a bedroom that was not mine. The most shocking thing about this bedroom was that it fit for a princess, with bookcases, two sofas, accent chairs, a coffee table, a huge vanity, and even a chandelier. For a second, I thought I was in the Palace of Versailles.

I tried to sit up, but I suddenly felt a massive pain in my stomach, exactly where I had gotten stabbed. I moved the sheets off my body and noticed I was wearing a long-sleeved pink, buttoned-down nightgown, but I could feel something wrapped around my torso. I opened up a few buttons and saw bandages wrapped around my entire torso. The most shocking thing about this was that my body didn’t look like my body. The skin color wasn’t as tanned as before, and these arms looked thinner and much smaller than my own. My hair was also different; it was long, wavy, and burgundy colored. My real hair is supposed to be short, curly, and black.

I quickly got out of bed and hurried to the mirror on the vanity. My complexion was that of a beautiful young girl with bright blue eyes, no older than 12 years old.

At first, I was shocked and on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. I tried looking for a phone to call my parents, but I couldn’t find any type of electronic device. I opened a door, which led to an average-looking bathroom except that it did not have a shower but a princess style bathtub. Then I l opened another door, and it led to a huge walk-in closet that didn’t have a single t-shirt or jeans, just medieval-looking dresses with hints of modernity and heels.

There was another door, so I deducted it led outside, but I wasn’t ready to open that one yet, so I sat on the sofa and contemplated my situation. I looked at my hair and touched my face. Even if I manage to contact my parents…will they even believe me? I opened the closed curtains of the bedroom and came to terms with my situation rather quickly when I saw men fighting with swords, and one of them moved his sword from side to side, and fire came out of it and was headed towards the other man. The other man pointed his sword at him, and a gust of wind came out of it, and the fire disappeared.

I turned around and sat back on the sofa. I had most likely died in my world and was given a second chance at life in a different one that has magic. I used to read a lot of novels on the subject.

The first thing I need to do is find out who I am. The only thing I know right now is the fact that I am gorgeous.

Soon after I decided what to do, the bedroom doors opened, and three maids came in. They looked to be around my age…well, my now dead 24-year-old age.

“Ugh, this is the worst job of the day. Having to take care of that illegitimate child,” maid number 1 said.

“Well, she’s still sleeping, so at least we don’t have to bring her food and wait for her to finish,” maid number 2 said.

“Hey, look…She’s awake,” maid number 3 said, as she pointed at me. They looked surprised, but they quickly looked at me with scorn, as well as expressions that say they think they are better than me.

“Lady Mina, you’re finally awake,” maid number 1 said.

Although they were incredibly rude, talking s**t about a kid, I at least got to find out that my name was Mina; since she used lady, that most likely meant that I’m a child of nobility and an illegitimate child at that.

Maid Number 2 walked towards the closet, picked a dress without even looking, some shoes, and threw them at me, “I’d help you get ready, but my arms are tired. You know how to dress yourself, so hurry up,” she said. The two other maids laughed. 

What the hell is going on?! Why are they laughing at a little kid? I glared at them but that just made maid number 3 say, “Oh, look at this. She’s glaring at us!”

“Hey, if you don’t like the way we treat you, just leave. No one wants you in this house anyway,” maid number 2 said.

Their rudeness made it easy for me to see that I am hated in this household. I was planning on telling these three my situation, of being a 24 yeard old adult in a kid’s body, but it was made perfectly clear that they did not care about this child or anything she had to say. And even if they did listen, they would just think this kid had gone crazy.

I thought hard about how to play this. Do I act like I know who these women are and learn about this world on my own, or do I play the amnesia card?

“Who are you? Where am I?” I asked. That shut them up real quick. They looked at me, shocked, sending them into a panic. I would much rather find out who this girl is if everyone told me rather than finding out on my own.

When the doctor arrived to examine me, more house staff came into the room, and I met my…I suppose family, which consisted of 1 father and 2 brothers. The two boys looked close in age and a bit older than Mina. All 4 of us shared the same hair color, but while my eyes were blue, their eyes, on the other hand, although they looked blue, were actually grey. Mina’s complexion looked a lot like the man’s, while the boys’ complexion differed slightly. Maybe they looked more like their mother.

I looked at my family, waiting for them to worry about me or say good morning, but they all just stared at me in such an apathetic way that made me guess we didn’t have a good relationship. First, the maids treat me like garbage, and now my family doesn’t seem to care about me.

Am I such a brat that they can’t even stand to talk to me, or am I just hated because I am an illegitimate child?

The doctor asked me what the last thing I remembered was. When I said “Nothing,” there were a few gasps that came from the staff.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Do you know what year it is?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Do you know who these people are?” he said as he gestured to my family.

“No,” I answered. I knew these men had to be my family; they looked like me, after all. I just didn’t know them personally.

As I was examined, the doctor told me a bit of background information, “Tell me if anything comes to mind…” he said. I nodded, knowing full well nothing would happen.

Thanks to the doctor, I found out that I am the third child and only daughter of Count Landon Heartfelt. Oh, so my name is Mina Heartfelt…wait…Mina Heartfelt…that name sounds oddly familiar. Where have I heard it before?

The doctor continued telling me that I am 10 years old and joined this family when I was 6. He also told me that my brothers’ names were Benjamin, 14 years old, and Fredrick, 11.

Benjamin and Fredrick Heartfelt? Their names also sounded incredibly familiar…Where have I heard them before?

The doctor continued saying that I was in a carriage accident on my way back home from visiting the town. The horses went crazy, and the carriage overturned, falling down a vast precipice. My bodyguard and the carriage driver both perished. I was lucky to be alive.

Although he said that, my bandaged torso and how I had no scratches on my arms or face told a different story. By the awkward looks, the servants were giving each other, I deducted it was not an accident. I have read enough books and seen enough movies to know this child was the target of an assassination attempt. As to who planned it? I had two theories.

1. It was another family who holds a grudge against the Count, so they decided to kill me, the youngest and weakest of his children.

2. My own family planned it since they hate me.

I don’t know how deep their resentment for me goes, but I have seen enough to know no one here would cry if I died.