I still vividly remember what just had happened. A girl who like Owen took revenge on me and had pushed me to the road. And it was already too late para makagalaw pa ako dahil nasa harapan ko na iyong truck and had bumped into me.
I could clearly remember that I had just died seconds ago.
So why? Why did I suddenly woke up in this weird looking place? No. Scratch that. It should be — How is it possible that I'm still alive?
As soon as my eyes woke up, I found myself lying in a soft and comfy big bed. And that I am inside this big elegant looking room. Which is weird because obviously, this doesn't looks like a hospital.
Saang hospital naman kasi sa Pilipinas ang mayroong ganito ka-elegante na kwarto ng pasyente? Pera nga ng PhilHeath hindi pa rin nahahanap kung saan naligaw eh. Magpatayo pa kaya ng ganitong klase ng hospital room? Baka sa panaghinip na lang 'yon magkatotoo.
The room was still dimmed. Nakasara pa kasi ang curtains kaya ganoon. Inilibot ko ang aking mata sa kabuoan ng silid na aking kinaroroonan. Pero kahit anong isipin ko ay imposible talagang nasa hospital ako ngayon.
But if I'm not in the hospital right now, then where the hell am I?
Itinabi ko sa gilid ang kumot na nakabalot sa akin kanina, pero natigilan ako nang mapansin ko ang aking kamay at braso.
When did my skin color suddenly became this pale? At it's more smaller and thinner than usual.
"Weird..."
Natigilan akong muli kasabay ng panlalaki ng aking mga mata. Mabilis na napatakip ako ng bibig ko nang marinig ko ang aking boses.
No. This doesn't sound like my voice. Why did my voice all of sudden change? Not just my voice but I feel like my whole body is different.
Napahawak ako sa buhok ko and my eyes grew even wider as I felt how smooth it was. And as far as I remember, my hair was only at the length of my shoulder. But this hair... is longer than that.
Hindi ko na napigilan ang aking sarili sa kyuryosidad na bumabalot sa akin. Bumaba ako sa kama at saka patakbong tinungo ang full body mirror na nakita ko sa loob ng silid na siyang katabi ng vanity area.
And as I look at the reflection seen on the mirror, I froze like a stone.
Just who in the word am I seeing at the mirror right now?
A long and wavy platinum blonde hair. Ruby-like colored eyes. Beautiful and long eyelashes. Light pink thin lips. A pointed nose. Round shape face and a v-shaped jawline.
Napa-atras ako ng lakad mula sa salamin at hindi sinasadya na nasagi ko ang isang flower vase na nasa may lamesa sa aking likuran na siyang naglikha ng malakas na ingay.
And it didn't even took a minute before people started barging in inside the room.
The first and only person who dared to go near me was a young lady who seems to be in her early 20's wearing a maids uniform.
And as she rush running towards me, there was a worry expression plastered on her face. Different from all the other maids who came in the same time as she did.
The other maids were only looking down. It was as if they're ... scared?
"My Lady! What happened? Did you get hurt? Let me see your hands."
Napalingon ako sa babaeng maid na siyang mabilis ngunit marahan na hinawakan ang aking kamay at taimtim na ini-inspeksyon ang aking katawan kung mayroon ba akong galos o sugat.
Nang masiguro niyang wala akong anumang galos o sugat na natamo mula sa pagkabasag ng flower vase, she sighed in relief.
"It's a good thing that my lady didn't got hurt."
It was genuine. I felt my heart flutter as she said those words. No one has ever said those kind of words to me. No one has never shown as if they're worried of me. It's because I would always put up a tough Aria personality in front of them, for them to not worry of me. So hearing those words ... feels weird - in a good way at the least.
"Camille, what are you still doing there? Quickly get the broom and clean up the broken vase."
I was snapped back to reality after hearing those words.
"Y-Yes, Miss Mira."
Sagot ng maid na siyang tinawag na Camille saka ito mabilis na naglakad palabas ng silid para kumuha ng panlinis sa nabasag na vase.
It was my fault that the vase broke but someone else would be the one cleaning it for me.
But what is this kind of set up ba? Why do I keep sensing some nobility kind of vibe?
Now that I think of it. Aren't this kind of maid uniform seems to be like the maid uniforms that maids used to wear on some historical-fantasy animes and comics that I had read before?
Also, this whole room. It oddly gives the same vibe as well.
"My Lady, why aren't you speaking? Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"
Napalingon ako sa babaeng in-address na Mira ng maid na si Camille kanina.
Teka nga. Kanina ko pa 'to napansin pero ngayon lang ako nagkataon na sabihin.
Bakit ba panay ang English nila? At ang fluent pa ng accent nila. Aren't half of the Filipino people speak English Carabao? When did they learn using accents?
Is this some sort of show? A prank? Are their cameras hidden somewhere?
"Ah... My Lady, is there something you're looking for?"
Umiling lamang ako bilang sagot sa tanong na iyon ni Mira.
That's weird. Wala akong makitang camera na nakapwesto sa mga sulok ng kwarto na 'to eh.
Napaikot ako at saktong humarap na naman ang aking mukha sa salamin. So, that face I saw earlier wasn't a hallucination. It's really real.
"Mira..." I called.
I'm still not used to hearing my voice sound like this when I speak.
"Yes, My Lady?"
Nagpakawala ako ng isang malalim na buntong hininga saka siya muling hinarap. And as I turned to face her, I asked her one question.
"Who am I?"
And her answer was something never in my entire life I would have even expected to hear.
"You are the daughter and the second offspring of the Count Steven Clorance. My Lady's name is Cassia Clorance."