I wonder what my younger self would feel, if she saw how I turned out. I finished high school thinking everything was going as planned, my ideal path, something out of a storybook. But I found out the hard way that fate doesn’t care what you had planned, it just gives you what you have been feeding it all these years. It's cruel and doesn’t care or wait for you. Fast forward twelve years later I’m reaping the consequences of my actions. Alone, depressed and repressive to people's interactions, I did get a job not the one I wanted but at least it kept a roof over my head and sometimes good food once in a while. My birthday is coming up tomorrow and I have nobody to celebrate it with. It's not like I had always celebrated it but it’s just a thought that came to my mind. And I don’t have anyone who wished me happy birthday, it’s been years since I talked to my family. I bet they have given up on me. Nothing new people always do that to me. The street is cold for a summer night. It feels like winter, everywhere’s deserted and dark. The only piece of light illuminating the street is the light coming out of the supermarket which is my destination. My fridge is empty and I hardly get free time like this to refill it. The place is a little crowded. I guess it’s because of how cold it is outside and how the supermarket is warm. It's always been like that In these parts of the city. Instant noodles, eggs, bread, and a tin can of tomato sauce. “ Sara your bangs have gotten too long, won’t you trimmed it down?” The cashier she’s in college and always beaming with light. She’s the only person that I can think of that always strikes up a conversation with me even when it’s unnecessary. I don’t even know her name or I choose to forget it. I payed up and left without replying to her, and wasn't in the mood to do so. I always do this to her but she never stop talking to me. I wonder why maybe it’s because I look lonely and she’s sympathetic towards me. That’s the most reasonable conclusion, a part of me hates her with a burning passion, she’s has everything figured out. Always wearing that smile of hers irks me, why does she have it good and not me? I did put in a lot of hard work to get to the place I wanted to be but I feel like I’m in a sinking mud, every part of my body is restrained. It always hurts because I do feel the chains that bind me down and the pain it brings. Seeing other people move freely hurts me a lot and makes my heart ache. I want to destroy what they have let them feel the despair that’s running through my body. I want to burn everything they love down to ciders. This feeling always comes to me whenever I see that girl at the supermarket. I went home feeling sulking. Maybe I should start going to a different supermarket. I won't see her face again, but the other supermarket is far from here and I hate walking long distance.
Ever since the encounter with the girl today I felt more angry than usual, I stomped my toes while climbing the stairs and broke six out of seven of the eggs I bought while opening the door to my room. The instant noodles were undercooked. How does that even happen? I hate her, I’m never going back to that supermarket.The water in the sink wasn’t coming out, everything was just going haywire. At least I got my favorite show to look forward to, it’s for kids but every time I watch it, I feel relaxed. I wonder how my friends will react if they saw me as a twenty eight year old feeling excited to watch a show meant for six year olds. Haha friends, sometimes I do imagine having them. But I really don’t care about it, with a cup of noodles in my hand. Body covered with a blanket because of how cold it was in here. I sat on the couch and turned on the tv. There's only a few minutes left before the show starts. I saw the reflection of myself on the tv smiling, I’m excited. The show is what keeps me sane and what I always look forward to everyday after enduring the hellish workplace of mine. It suddenly became windy and the window bashed opened, In an attempt to close the window I stood up quickly and the noodles fell from my hand, it was pretty hot for an undercooked noodle which stings my legs. Curses escaped my lips, I closed the window and went back to the couch at least I still have the show to look forward to. The velocity of the wind pick up speed and the windows were shaking. I saw sparks of lights deep in the sky and the light went out. My room was casted in darkness, and there goes my show. I head to bed, and need to get some sleep because of work tomorrow. My stomach growled, yeah of course it’ll because I haven’t eaten. My fridge was empty but i did buy a loaf of bread maybe I could fry the last egg and use tomato paste as spread. Sounds good enough, fried the egg and opened the tomato paste, all of a sudden everywhere starts vibrating, an earthquake? What’s going on …… I have never seen lightning up close before how bright it was, how it smells. It came through my window so fast I couldn’t even react to it. It shattered a piece of my gas cooker, a glass piece of my window grassed my eye. Hot warm liquid came out of it, of course it’s blood. I need to get out of here, the entire building was shaking, I couldn’t keep my balance and slipped, oh the tomato paste, how foolish of me, what a silly way to die, That girl she caused all of this, if I hadn’t gone to the supermarket today none of this could have happened. She’s the cause of everything, her smile and that beaming light of hers, wished I could strip them away from her. I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head hitting the floor and everything went black.
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“Lord Maria”
“Lord Maria”
A soft voice woke me up, how can something so cute talk to me? I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing that came to my vision was boobs, they were perfect and big. I never had such big honkers , trying to touch them with my hands which was entirely different from the ones I know, the fingers were filled with rings, the nails perfectly trimmed and painted black.
“What’s going on?” Then it caught my eyes. The hall I have never seen anything so big in my entire life, the walls covered with gold, it was bright and blinding.
“Lord Maria, sorry for disturbing your sleep but cabinets are waiting for you in the war room.” The girl talking to me was in a maid outfit, her skin white as snow, eyes pitch black. My head hurts, yes the last thing I remembered was me slipping off a tomato paste. “ urrrgh my head hurts.”
“Lord Maria I did try to warn you yesterday, about drinking too much but you didn’t listen.” Still scratching my head which was still hurting, the window caught my eyes then I realized that I was in a castle, the sky was crimson red and strange creatures were flying across it. Looking at my outfit it looks like one of royalty but it was all black.
“Did i just get isekai’d?!!!”