Chapter 1: First, I die
I always ask myself what will happen after I died. will I go to heaven or maybe Hell? or just stuck in the house that I died in and haunt the shit out of the new owner. There are so many possibilities, it can be anything but I never once thought that my afterlife will involve Harry Potter.
Yes, you saw it right. I really wrote Harry Potter.
And by Harry Potter, I mean the Harry Potter, the one that was in seven books and eight films.
Okay, I will fill you in. In the year 2017, Before I got hit by a car and left to die on a sidewalk, I was a beautiful young woman(i always believe in what my parents told me, ok?) in my 30s. I was on my way to 7/11 after my shift at the hospital ended at 2 am and then BOOM! I was surrounded by darkness.
For like 5 minutes.
And then there was Light!
Because a thirty-something guy who was kneeling in front of me just cast Lumos.
"Oh honey, you made me worried sick" my dad put the wand down and hugged me.
WAIT? WHO? WTF?
Why did I call him Dad in my mind and think that casting Lumos with a wand is a normal thing for a second?
I was about to push that guy away in panic when some memory attacked me.
The owner of the memory was a 9 years old girl named Shellsea Lane. She was the only daughter of Rock Lane and his late Muggle wife, Lana Lane and she was raised solely by her father in some remote village in Wales. The girl never left the village and didn't know much of the Magic World. She went to a normal school and played computer games like a normal Muggle kid. Except for a few bizarre things that sometimes happened without her knowledge like sleep-floating at night, things moving when she got angry or that her Dad knows how to do "Spell-magic trick" with his wand, she was no different from a normal girl.
Anyway, the reason that made her lied on the muddy ground was a bloom that was hovering next to her. She found that weird looking bloom in her father closets then she took it and pretend to be a which riding a bloom. She never thought that it will actually take her flying.
She got panicked.
Fall down.
And...die?
and... Did I take over the body?
What a sad story, the girl died because her father never told her about the magic.
Poor kid.
Rest in peace, little Shellsea.
But honestly, Even though I feel sorry for her, I also feel relief. Because I am alive and if I could give the body back to Shellsea, I wouldn't.
Because I'm scared and selfish but at least I dear to admit that to myself. I know that admit it won't change anything. You will still think that I am a monster, and trust me, I think I am a monster, too. I could only hope she is somewhere good right now.
Anyway, enough self-hate, let move on to next subject, shall we?
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