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For some reason, I can feel my life flashing before my eyes. It’s slow and surreal. It’s weird. I can see myself, when I was younger. And my mom and… my brother. My childhood was pretty terrible, well, up until I met maya. But…. Maya… ugh. Why is my brain showing me this? The fire… brother… … am I about to die? Is this what happens when death happens? I don’t know… I was lowkey hoping heaven was not real, who would want to continue living after death? I want to get reincarnated… what are those thing called? Iseka? Iska? Isekai! Yes, isekai. Now that I think about it, I haven’t watched anime sense I was a really little girl… oh, now I wish heaven is real. Then I could finish… what was it? Re… oh! Re-Zero! Wow, all the memories are totally flooding back! I… I understand! I know why this is happening! I-I think I’m at peace… But then suddenly, I it’s all dark. I cant see a thing. But, oh, does it hurt. What’s “it” you ask? Everything. It all hurts. Maybe he’s an is real. Maybe I’m just in hell. Whatever. Suddenly, the light! It rushes into view, like I’m ascending into heaven… but I’m not. I’m not, and I see my own eyelids flicker open. I see… a girl. Maybe a high schooler. She’s wearing a uniform. Like one of those cutesy kawaii Japanese ones. But, this incessant screaming fills my ears, echoing through my skull.
“Genevieve!!!! Ahhhhh!!! She’s finally awake!!!” The strange girl screams, quickly getting up to run to this Genevieve person, who from the sound of it, seems to be practicing some kinda trumpet. Soon after this whole ordeal, this overly happy girl runs in. Who is she? I don’t know. She has a striking ruby/blood red hair color. Oh fan-fucking-tastic. Shes screaming too. I can just barely sit up, with the throbbing on my neck holding me down. Based on my surroundings, I’m in a hospital. A hospital? Why am I in a hospital. I thought this was supposed to be hell! Did I actually get isekaid? My suspicions of isefucation- is that a word? Anyway. My suspicions were disproven, as the woman with the striking red hair says my name. Something ugh I.. I really actually haven’t heard in a little. She echos my name a bit, to make sure I heard her. Trumpet in hand, of course. “Hello, uh, Jade Thompson? That’s you right?” She’s way too happy for her own good. The strange girl in the school uniform chimes in. Her whole vibe is screaming ‘I’m so perfect and pretty, but I don’t love myself and I’m not narcissistic but you love me ofc! <3’ like, if her words were in a graphic novel, there’d be a heart under everything she’d said. “I need you to confirm you are indeed Jade Thompson… For the paperwork <3.”
“Ahem… y-yeah I’m Jade where am I?”