11 Rosa's Mind {SS}

Rosa Teddy was a grown woman at the age of 45. On earth, she had enjoyed a good life; an occupation that excited her the moment she stepped into the workplace, activities that inspired and motivated her, and family whom she had dearly loved.

But it all came to an end, the day the world stood still. Her children, stood all but in her hands reach. But she couldn't touch them. Not as they made their choice. And not as she made hers.

Her only hope in those moments was that they had chosen to live...so she could find them. She didn't know how...but she told herself she would.

The voice in her head gave her options....so she chose.

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Her eyes pried open as she woke up in another world, in another body. A body that wasn't her own. The stiff sheets of a bed held her down. Thin, youthful fingers, under her control, however, pulled them off.

It was a new start... with a new objective. Not to live life...but to find it.

The room around her was tidy... futuristic looking, she could tell by the thin transparent screened device hovering over a plastic nightstand to her left. She stared at it for a moment in amazement, in wonder.

Gentle yellow lights, the shadows of leaves, a slow breeze and the noises that accompanied such things came into the room from an open window...

'Beautiful...' She thought, looking around.

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Getting up, wasn't an issue, but the movements of a body smaller than her original weren't easily adjusted to.

The carpeted floor below, warmed her feet as she begun to wander around.

She stopped in front of the mirror. Silent.

A young body, tucked comfortably into a nightgown, at most 17 years old.

But her attire was not the problem. It was her expression. An ugly one.

The smooth face and delicate features, originally quite cute, were distorted with expression. Anger, and fear as the primary two.

When she tried to change it. Her whole face refused her.

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That was when she felt it...

another presence in her head.

a conscience rubbing up against her own.

Fighting for control over the body, but being suppressed.

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She knew then that she hadn't been born anew into this body.

She had invaded it.