I woke up confused. The last thing I remember was reading a book and then falling asleep. I started piecing things together as I sat up looking at the room that looked like something straight out of a fantasy book.
"Yep this was definitely the third worst thing that had happened to me in my whole life or should I say both of my lives?" I thought as I laid back down and stared at the ceiling that was just as fancy as the rest of the room while ignoring someone that had just entered.
I'll start from the beginning. My name was Selene Park. I was your average popular extrovert in my second year of high school. I was known for doing dangerous parkour stunts. I knew basically everyone in school, my grades were above average landing at about 70-80 over 100.
I was well off and had two parents who constantly worried about me getting hurt but stopped trying to stop me after they realized I'd just end up doing it behind their backs.
I wasn't particularly close with them since I didn't have much in common with either of them, I was a risk taker while they were overprotective about me.
They made sure basically everything in the house was plastic plates so something doesn't cut me.
My looks were average, a boy would ask me out once in blue moon to which I would mostly decline since they didn't have much interest in me but rather the fact I was considered popular.
I had friends but no close friends other than the other kids who did parkour. You could say my life was perfect. I had everything I needed and wanted and that's exactly where all stories go wrong, where my perfect life collapsed.
My parents were taking me out to celebrate my 16th birthday and before I knew it another car crashed into ours from the side.
My breath was shaky and shallow. My vision blurred. I could see red, a lot of red, silhouettes of people, muffled voices and my leg hurt so much. I raised my head as I saw broken glace, I continued scanning the car as I mumbled, "Mum, dad?" before losing consciousness.
The next thing I knew I was in the hospital, where the first worst thing in my life happened as I was told my parents were dead.
I regretted not spending time with them or even attempting to, so much that day and still do. I barely had any fun or happy memories with them after I turned 7 and started parkour.
Not long after I was told that my leg had been injured in the accident and I would have to go through rehabilitation. That wasn't the second worst moment in my life.
The second worst moment was months later when I was finally starting to be able to walk better and the doctor told me that he'd advise me to never do parkour again.
Even after I recovered my leg wouldn't be as strong as before. If I pushed it too far there could be even worse damages and though it was a very, very slim chance there was still a chance I would never be able to walk again if I reinjured it.
A year after I recovered and returned to school. I had convinced myself that no matter the risk I would continue parkour.
But when the time came I stood there and I wasn't able to move. All I had to do was jump over a small wall. Everyone was cheering and screaming my name. But I froze.
The doctor's words echoed in my mind. Just the thought of going through the pain of rehabilitation again and the possibility I wouldn't be able to walk again, scared me so I left. I no longer had a reason to hang out with the parkour kids.
I slowly became less popular as I turned into a copy of my parents, someone too afraid to take risks and the people I thought were my friends no longer wanted to hang out with someone that was boring.
I became more introverted and kept to myself.
Eventually I graduated and went to college to study accounting.
It wasn't what I had wanted before but I didn't know what I wanted anymore. I was often invited to sit with some girls in college but as I sat there I didn't know what to say and just listened to them as they talked about characters in books.
And one day they begged me to buy the book they where all obsessed with so I gave in and bought it. I was particularly tired that day, who would have known my life would become so boring and miserable it was the same thing every day.
If I wasn't sleeping, eating or studying I was in class or working to pay my bills.
I had just finished working a late night shift as I entered my empty and cold apartment. My leg was hurting me so I took some painkillers.
I decided to make the stew mom would make for me after I'd come back from hanging out with my friends.
After I put the soup on the fire I went up to my room to read the book I had bought.
As I laid on the bed and started reading I couldn't help but wonder how people in real life and in the book liked the heroine, she seemed so annoying... before eventually dozing off.
And then I woke up here, in this place that looked like it came straight out of a book.
From what I could guess I had died making that the third worst thing to ever happen to me and was in one of those things where the person is reincarnated into the book they were reading.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as someone suddenly poured cold water on me. I jumped up as I glared at the person only to see a woman in her 30s that looked like a maid holding a half filled jar of water.
Her brown hair was tied in a tight bun as she said, "Ah, lady Selene it seems I have finally gotten your attention."
I was about to reply to her when I realized my leg wasn't hurting even a little. I raised the nightgown I was wearing slightly as the scar from my surgery wasn't there.
I jumped down from the weirdly high bed and there was no pain. I ran around the room and jumped. It had been years since I ran without pain.
I couldn't help but wonder if this was even real and if it was just a dream I wished to never wake up.
I ran towards the woman that I was guessing was a maid without thinking as I hugged her screaming, "My injury is gone!"
She looked taken aback as she said, "Injury, what are you talking about lady Selene? And though I know you were only recently adopted by an earl and don't know how to act, hugging a maid is highly inappropriate for a lady of your status."
I let go of her as I said, "Oh sorry, wait did you say I was adopted by an earl?!"
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