This constrained liquid containment has been my home for ages. At first I couldn't feel anything but I knew I had a body albeit a tiny one. This was strange to me, I had once researched what happens after we die and if reincarnation is real. But experiencing it myself, was an entirely outlandish idea and I always had this notion that even if reincarnation is real, our memory of our past life would be cleared. I mean it's only logical for one to forget certain things. I have no idea how long it's been or who exactly i'm talking to but after over twenty years of having inner monologues I got used to it. My aunt would say I was antisocial but I bet she had no idea what that meant as she probably heard it from her better educated friends.

I sometimes see myself planning out an entire sequence of events waiting for the right moment to put it to good use. Right now I see myself waiting for a long time before that happens. I've read so many books on reincarnated characters but they sometimes never seem logical. Some characters want to spend their second chance at life "peacefully" until one random event pushes them into a series of unfortunate events. Each one either worse than the last or simply devoid of logic. I get that some people read it as an escape from reality but come on. I mean I'm okay with magic-insanely entranced with the idea-but I also want a little measure of validity to the events.

Although I would love them to be logical and realistic. I'm not opposed to the idea of illogical events happening in order to move the story given the execution is meaningful and worth the read. Well now it's my turn to dive into a series of unfortunate events and hopefully like most protagonists with my own golden finger and plot armour.

Being constricted in a liquid sac has given me much time to look back at my past life. I grew up in a relatively stable home. Well as long as you could ignore the constant fights and rigorous make up sex. It was like an endless loop constantly repeating itself and the people involved couldn't escape. My dad's sex friend never left him, I guess it was just that good. I recall being unable to understand why she stayed with him. It got me wondering was sex really all that;a question to which I would get an answer seven years later.

Besides being in a toxic relationship and also good at sex, my dad was a responsible father. He made sure I was well fed and cared for but somethings don't last forever. He died in a car crash and was blown to bits. That's what I told everyone at school, I figured it made for an interesting story time. Plus the teachers let me skip assignments and tests for an entire school year until my dad miraculously returned. I was suspended and my dad hit me for the first time in my life. I never did learn my lesson because I returned shortly after telling everyone he had cancer. They didn't believe me but I proved to be very persuasive and wouldn't take no for an answer. Despite my various escapades I managed to graduate top of the class three years later. I was what some may call beauty and brains but society had a different view of things as I was only considered average by my peers.

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After graduation I was left wondering what to do with my life. My dad already made plans but I wouldn't be a good child if I didn't resist his desperate efforts at trying to stir my life. He wanted me to be a lawyer and even though it was a good pick. Not to mention well inclined with my set of skills but I beg to differ. His house, his rules and my life, my terms. So I decided to become an actress and enrolled in a prestigious performing arts school. I was extremely good at it and I saw myself making a living out of it plus it was great fun. It wouldn't be life without a dash of pain, misery, stress and disappointments. When I started auditioning for roles I was amazed at the sheer amount of rejections I received but learnt to build from ground up because experience was key. Long story short six year later I got a major role and done properly could put me on the map. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and my father said to grab the bull by the horns so I poured my heart and soul only for the series to be recast on it's pilot episode. I was dropped for a big name actress "who could interpret the character better" than I did. All she had going for her was a pretty face and a good family name; she had zero acting skills. I swear she played the same exact role in every show she's been in. The girl could cry, I'd give her that but she was a horrible actress. I held no grudges but I couldn't help myself so I took to social media and in kind words expressed my grief. She lost the role two months later. The producers decided to withdraw the wrong judgement and I was recast for the role which I was more than ready for.

However the success and global recognition I had hoped for was a far cry from what I had expected and at this point all I needed was one decent gig to propel me to stardom. I often found myself wondering if I expected too much from life. I loved my job but I needed something to show to my dad so he wouldn't think I'm a disappointment. I forgot to mention, although he let me choose my path he made sure I learnt the hard way. His own way was refusing to pay my fees hoping that I would come to some sort of realization that his way was better. I pulled through and finally managed to land a big screen role unfortunately before I could make my big screen debut fate already made plans and my long wish for a reset button was granted. So here I am summarizing my past life story.