Poison Lilly

I'll be straight; this isn't my first life. My name is Anne, but in my past life, it was Kathrine. When I died, I didn't get hit by truck-san, nor was it cancer. I had an autoimmune disorder, although I won't go into detail. It was painful; I spent over half of my life in and out of the hospital because of it. I was never a fortunate person. I was clumsy, and my family had a lot of health complications. Sooner or later, my body couldn't hold out, and I collapsed. I don't know how long I was on the ground when I came to I departed that world at the age of 23. At first, I was confused and scared that I couldn't see straight and that things were too bright. I was scared because things were either too weak or too strong for me to handle. It wasn't until the third day of being in this world that I realized that i didn't make it the day I collapsed and that I was someone else entirely and that I was an infant. But let us not have me get too far ahead of you. I still need a story so let me tell you my tale.