I feel like I'm underwater, my body hardly moves like I want it to, my eyes won't fully open. I can sense my body moving towards somewhere. There are white, sharp claws where my fingers should be, and my arm looks like a skeleton.

My hand touches something similar to a balloon filled with water, I manage to rip it apart and get out of that place. Now my body obeys my commands, but... It feels weird, I don't feel attracted to the ground by gravity, but it still affects me.

Looking around I find myself in a desert, barren lands in every direction, behind me a bubble attached to the ground by some kind of flesh with red liquid pouring out of it from where I left it.

Looking at my body again, that skeleton-like arms and sharp white claws are gone, my hands and body look completely human, and I have clothing too, did I imagine those claws? The bubble isn't particularly resistant, I could rip it with my hands, yeah, I probably imagined it.

"What just happened?" - I voice my thoughts unconsciously because, well, what just happened? I was sleeping, then I woke up, then I felt so much pain that I might as well have died, then I fell asleep and just now woke up from probably the best sleep in my whole life.

Seriously, "What just happened?" - I say it again as I really don't get it.

Okay, calm down, Aria, chill out.

I take a random direction and start walking away from the 'red blob'(temp. name) I came out of. First of all, someone started screaming in class, no idea of who it was though, then there's the pain... Where did it come from? The screaming person, maybe? Well, whatever.

Then I found myself in a void and then in this desert. If I didn't know about 'isekai' or 'reincarnation' from games and manga I would be so lost right now.

Of course, I could've been kidnapped and put in a desert for some kind of prank, which would explain the 'red blob'(temp. name).

But now I think I've been really reincarnated, 'why?', you ask? Just so happens there's a small, long-nosed, green skinned guys, goblins, if I didn't know any better. 5 of them actually, two holding rusty battle axes, other two with thorned clubs, and one unarmed.

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"Y'all aren't going to attack me, right?" - I ask.

"Nark" - The unarmed goblin growls at me.

"Nark?" - I wonder if that's a real word or just a growl whilst they charge at me... Whilst what? Wait, wait, wait, what am I supposed to do? Do I die here?

The unarmed one tries to grab my leg, I try to kick it away, and with 'try' I mean that the only thing that flew away was its head. Yup, I decapitated a goblin with a single kick.

My mother did put me in martial arts when I was 10, but I bet I'm not strong enough to do that. There's blood all over my leg, the goblins stop their advance. That's good, because I also need a moment.

I beheaded that little thing in a kick, that's scary, I'm scared of myself... Scared of my power.

As of being a murderer... I feel nothing. My memories from my other life says there's something awfully wrong here, but my consciousness feels nothing, in reality I'm just shocked of my strength. I gotta figure out these feelings later as the goblins are advancing again.

That moment my mind went blank and my body moved on its own, like instinct, of some kind. It all happened in an instant: both club wielders tried to hit me but I grabbed their weapons, kicked the head of one of them and smashed the head of the other with my fist against the ground. Then I threw the clubs at the other two goblins as a distraction and closed the distance.

With that I stepped in one of the goblin's face, killing it and stole its battle axe. The other goblin hit me in the leg barely cutting through, maybe because of the adrenaline, but it didn't hurt that much.

"Ouch!" - Well... Enough to make me feel pain.

With the battle axe I cut the last goblin's body in half. The battle ended.

I looked at the bloodshed around me but I feel no empathy, no remorse.

"Am I still human?" - Was the thought running through my head. I can't be, right? But then what am I?

If instead of goblins it was... "My family" - How did I forget about them for so long? They loved me so much and I loved them just as much, how could their existence not even cross my mind since I got here?

"When will it be my turn?" - My grandma used to say: 'What you do to others always comes back to you, be it good or bad', I murdered them, when will I be murdered? I don't want to die. I won't let myself be killed.

Just as that thought crosses my mind I remember the injury in my leg. It should've been almost ripped off, but somehow there's not a single drop of blood to be found. Did I heal myself? Will I always be able to keep healing every injury?

I lost my family, my friends, my safe home, my perfect and pleasant life. I doubt there's a way to go back.

Even if there was a way back, would I be accepted back?

I truly lost everything.

How long will it be until I also lose my life, my second life?