3 Explanations

At night, I could not sleep. After the talk with the old man, his words could not escape my thought.

" You need to apologize to your sister for all the trouble you have caused in front of your mother and father!!!! "

"Ugh...!!" I sigh because the confusion is too overwhelming. I shift my attention to the window and stare at the moon outside. ".....The moon is shining bright tonight." The light is so bright to it even reflected in my room. Because of that, even without a lamp, I can see my surroundings. The room is big. Bigger than what used to be my room.

There are a few doors in this room. The nearest door to my bed is the sliding door to the balcony. I knew that this room is on the second floor but I don't think a balcony is necessary especially when it's in my room. The second door is a walk-in closet. It was a shock for me. I'm not one to spend money on so many clothes. So, having a walk-in closet is not my style. Next is the door to the bathroom which is normal. And the last one is, of course, the exit door to this room.

I look around again and sees the decoration here and there in this room. The decoration is fine and it also fits my taste so I'm fine with it. There is a table near the window which I think is suitable for me to study while looking at the sceneries outside. There are also few cupboards filled with books and a lot of collectible items that I have never seen before. Still, ever since I woke up I didn't see any of my belongings here. "My computer and gaming equipment, Novels, Comics, Figurines, Posters, and my work out equipment." Sigh... did my parents throw it out. I feel gloomy inside.

Still, this situation is really weird. I hold my chin as I tried to think of explanations. "Not a prank," I mutter. I glance around the room and realized that there is none of the hospital equipment in this room. " Even the bed I'm lying on right now is not a hospital bed," I sigh as I rubbed the bed sheet, " I'm pretty sure that this bed is not the one used for a first-class hospital room." This bed is big as a king-sized bed and there's a canopy too!!! It has all the delicate designs for a princess that made me shudder just staring at it.

" Luckily the bed is soft and comfortable ." I pat the bed a few times and reassure myself.

Then I realized something. When I look down at my body, I find out that I'm not wearing a hospital gown instead, I am wearing a simple white dress. " This is not my dress." I frown as I realized this fact. No matter how busy my parents are, at least they knew that I don't like to wear this kind of clothes unless I have reasons to do so.

I decided to walk around a bit. I shift my body to the side of the bed and tries to climb down. As I was about to climb down, I knew this bed is too high for me because my leg can't reach the floor. " I won't make the same mistake and fall again this time." I use one of my legs to reach the floor first.

" Slowly....careful me..." When I feel the cold floor come into contact with my foot, I put my other leg in the same motion as the first one until I can stand up properly.

" I did it!!!!" I make a fist pump to celebrate this accomplishment. I glance around to make sure no one saw me lose my cool.

"By the way, isn't this bed a little too big??" I compare the bed height with me and realized that the bed has the same height as my waist. I mean, I'm pretty tall compared to all my classmates. I am even taller than my mother and almost as tall as my father and he is six feet tall.

" Maybe I got smaller after the accident? But that's Impossible!!!" I snicker. It was a funny thought for me when I remember the face of the boys who are shorter than me so, I don't like the thought I'm becoming a shortie.

I look at my hand. " Hm? Did my hand look smaller or is it just my imagination?". I was too caught up in the moment to not realizing any changes around my body. Heck, I could have a really big scar on my face that makes all the maids got scared at me. Then I saw a full-body mirror nearby so, I get close to it to get a full view of my body.

When I stand right in front of the mirror. I am speechless. I am stunned. I am a new symbol of shock.

"....…". Anyway... I am shocked.

" ..w..what..? " I can't believe my eyes. I touch my face while looking at the mirror. I pinched my hand as hard as I could to the point of tears yet the face in the mirror don't change. "Is the person in the mirror me?" I asked myself.

" Who is this??" I don't remember my face is like this. "Did my face ruined so much during the accidents that I need plastic surgery??" No...that is impossible.

I keep changing the look between the reflection in the mirror and my body. It seems like my hair in the mirror is silvery-white and when I look at the hair on my head, the color is the same. It is unusual even though I can't deny the beauty. My hair used to be pure black including my eyes but, when I look at my face inside the mirror, I realized that my eyes also change in colors. My eyes change to gray colors but it also has a little shade of purples I think? I tried to squint my eyes to focus on it more and I can see a few shades of purples in my eyes.

" Alright, let's think of more logical explanations." I calmed myself down first.

"First, my hair changes color to silvery-white. If I think about it, there is this disease called Marie Antoinette syndrome. People who have this disease have hairs that turn white naturally when they got scared or stressed out. Hmm..." I paused. " I did get into an accident after all so, that explanation is pretty logical to me.

" Next, my eyes." I squint my eyes a bit to look at it a little better in the mirror.

" I know that there is a disease called heterochromia of the eye but how did I get it?" I try to think of a logical explanation for my condition while still not breaking eye contact with my reflection.

"Hmm...," I crossed my arm as I look up to the right to remember a few facts I read. "If I remember correctly, heterochromia of the eye can be obtained through two reasons. Genetics or sickness like the effect of surgery. " I mumble.

For genetics, they got it from an early age. That means only some babies that are born with this disease have it but, my eyes are normal when I was born and only turn to this after the accident so, I'm the latter ones. Maybe my eyes got hurt and I undergo surgery when I was unconscious for my eyes and it results in this.

"That's logic enough..." I shrug my shoulder as I accept those theories.

"Next, is my skin."

Its color is pale but not the sick types of pale. Before the accident, I have a tan because I work out a lot outside my house. My skin now is the healthy type of pale skin .kind of. Maybe I got unconscious too long that my skin turned pale." I don't even know how long I've been unconscious.

"And lastly..." My words somehow stuck in my throat as I look at my body.

"There are no logical explanations for this," I sigh again as I put one of my hands in the mirror, "Why is my body looked like a child?? Not just my body... Even my face doesn't look like my face!!!?? It's too contradictory with what I remember about myself

"Wait!! Maybe it was the surgery?? No No No, that's impossible because my body got smaller..." This is like.. my body somehow turns into a child!!!!! "Ah, wait!!" maybe my soul is now inside a child.!!!"I thought.

"..... that is impossible!!"

" It was just too much for me to process all this information all at once..... "...Maybe, I should ask the people around me-" I rub my hair in frustration, "Ughhh.." I groaned because I know the maids are all scared of me.

But I still have hope. I should ask my mother. She is a doctor. She must already know about my weird conditions.

I take a last look at my face inside the mirror, " Uwah...scary ". I facepalmed myself because I just realized that I looked scary when I smile. " Maybe that is why the maids are scared of me." I sigh. "Still, my new face is kinda familiar I think?" " I wonder where have I seen it?".

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Author's note

A reminder that this novel has a slow progression but, I promise fun and exciting chapters next time. Also, I want to make this novel make sense as much as possible. Just like when she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

She doesn't act like, "eh..this face is just like that girl from otome games blah blah blah that my friends always played. I don't play it but my friend does.." something like that. I mean, when you died or after an accident, I don't think that a villainess side character from a game your friend played will ever cross inside our mind first unless you are the one who plays it to the point of obsession or something else triggered or pinpoint what exactly, specific memories.

That's all...hoho.