Reincarnated?

Chapter 1

Shaking from both fear and injury, I forced myself to sit up, resting my back against the wall, which felt rough and unyielding against my skin. As I gathered my strength, I glanced around the room. It was engulfed in darkness, the air thick with the stench of decay and filth-this was the place I had always feared, a nightmare made real. The shadows danced menacingly, whispering secrets of despair and hopelessness. But amidst the horror, this place had also become an unwilling witness to my suffering, a stage for my pain.

In a moment of desperation, I pressed my palm to the floor, feeling a cold, thick, sticky liquid beneath my hand. My heart raced as I brought my fingers to my face and inhaled deeply. The metallic scent hit me hard-it reeked of rust, that unmistakable odor that clung to the air. Blood. Panic surged through me as I realized that this thick liquid must be my own, flowing from the wounds and blows I had received, especially from my head, where the blood had pooled and trickled down. Each drop told a story of violence, of suffering, of a struggle for survival. In that moment, I was not just a victim; I was a testament to the pain that can be inflicted.

Minutes slipped away, each one heavy with the weight of my father's absence in this dim, suffocating basement. The walls felt like they were closing in, and despite the oppressive atmosphere, a faint laugh escaped my lips, a sound that felt foreign in such a bleak place. I realized my tears had long since dried up, as if even my sorrow had grown weary of waiting for release. The silence around me was thick, almost tangible, and in that moment, I slowly closed my eyes, seeking solace in the darkness. I let out a whispered plea to the stillness surrounding me, "In my next life, I want the life I've always desired." My words hung in the air.

Nakarinig ako ng mga yabag papalapit sa akin, bawat hakbang ay tila nagiging mas malinaw at mas malapit, hanggang sa marinig ko ang dahan-dahang pagbukas ng pinto. Kasabay ng pag-angat ng pinto, ramdam ko ang pagpasok ng malamig na hangin sa silid. Napilitan akong idilat ang aking mga mata, unti-unti, at agad bumungad sa akin ang isang lugar na pamilyar, ngunit hindi ko maalala kung bakit. Ang mga dingding, ang mga muwebles-lahat ay tila may koneksyon sa akin, ngunit hindi ko matukoy kung saan ko ito nakita.

As i roam around my eyes, it fixed with the faces around me, though they looked kind and concerned, they are strangers to me. Who are they? Why they here? With every passing second, my confusion deepened. My mind was racing with countless questions, each one heavier than the last. One of the most pressing was, "Where am I?" quickly followed by, "Who are these people?" How did I end up here? Why am I here? My mind felt like a storm, frantically searching for answers, but finding none-just emptiness. The silence in the room felt deafening as the questions swirled in my head, relentless and unyielding, offering no respite.

"Anak, kamusta na ang pakiramdam mo? Maayos ka na ba?" naiiyak na tanong ng isang ginang. Napakunot ako ng noo sa sinabi niya.

"You must be mistaken, ma'am. I am not your child." My voice was steady, but inside, I felt a growing sense of unease. As the words left my lips, I watched as shock and bewilderment washed over the three people standing before me. They exchanged glances, a mix of disbelief and confusion apparent in their expressions, as if my denial had shattered something deeply personal to them. Their eyes darted from one to another, searching for answers that none of them seemed to have.

It was clear that they were struggling to comprehend what I had just said. The air between us became thick with tension, and I could see the weight of my words sinking in, adding to the emotional turmoil that was already evident in their faces.

"Anak, kami ito ang pamilya mo. Ako ang nanay mo, ito ang tatay mo, at ito naman ang kapatid mo." Tuluyan na siyang hikbi habang tinuturo ang sarili. "Kami, kami ang pamilya mo." Dugtong pa niya, tinitigan ako nang mabuti.

Tiningnan ko sila isa-isa,Suddenly, a flood of sensations washed over me, and it felt as though something deep within my mind clicked into place, like a lock that had just been forced open. Memories, or perhaps fragments of them, began to swirl in my head, jumbled and chaotic, crashing into one another like waves in a storm. The images were fleeting-faces, places, moments I couldn't fully recognize-yet they felt strangely familiar. It was as if my mind was trying to piece together a shattered puzzle, fragments of my life struggling to fit together.

A searing pain tore through my head, sharp and relentless, as though someone were driving a wedge right down the center of my brain, splitting it apart. I clutched my head, feeling as if it might actually crack under the pressure. The agony was all-consuming, drowning out everything else around me. I could barely see, my vision clouded with tears as the pain intensified, forcing me to my knees.

A groan escaped my lips, then another, until I was practically crying out, unable to contain the torment wracking my body. Each throb felt like a hammer striking the core of my skull, and with each strike, fragments of memories slipped past, half-formed images flashing before me: a warm smile, laughter echoing through the air, hands reaching out to me. But as quickly as they appeared, they faded, leaving me in greater agony, as if my mind was punishing me for not fully understanding.

I pressed my palms harder against my head, desperate to stop the onslaught, but the pain only grew, relentless and unforgiving. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as I struggled to stay conscious.

Because of the intense pain I was feeling, I couldn't help but scream, clutching my head tightly and pressing it hard with my hands. It felt as if I had lost control over my body, and I couldn't hold back the tears as I endured the unbearable agony. I could see the people around me-they were visibly panicked and quickly rushed to help. Some handed me water, while others tried to stop me from hurting myself further. I could feel their concern, but in those moments, I couldn't shake off the overwhelming pain that seemed to deepen the turmoil within my mind

"Anak, anong nangyayari? Anong masakit? Wag mong saktan ang sarili mo." Paiyak na sambit sa akin ng ginang. Maging ang asawa niya at ang anak na binanggit niya kanina ay umiiyak din. "Kayanin mo, nak! Nandito lang kami!" Hagulgol niya habang niyayakap ako. Muli akong nawalan ng malay, narinig ko pa ang pagtawag nila saakin bago ako tuluyang kainin ng dilim.

I slowly open my eyes again, feeling a wave of dizziness as I bring a hand to my forehead, trying to steady myself and process everything that just happened. My heart races, and a mixture of relief and joy wells up in my chest as realization dawns on me-I'm finally here. A dream I've held so close for so long has become my reality. Tears of happiness spill from my eyes as the magnitude of this moment sinks in.

Nung nawalan ako ng malay kanina, tila may malaking puwersang nagbukas ng lahat ng alaala ng babaeng ito. Ngayon, malinaw na sa akin kung sino siya - siya si Alishia Hillary Siniel, ang kilalang side character sa nobelang Hunter Zero Online. Isang hindi kilalang karakter at iilang beses lang nabanggit sa novela, at ang karakter na ito ngayon ay ako na. Narito na ako sa kanyang mundo, sa kwentong aking minahal at pinangarap na maging bahagi.

Hindi man ako ang bida sa kwentong ito, basta nandito ako at may masayang pamilya.

Hindi na ako nag-aksaya ng oras. Mabilis akong bumangon mula sa aking kinaroroonan, ang puso ko'y kumakabog sa pananabik at sa dami ng emosyon. Agad akong lumabas ng silid upang hanapin ang mga tao dito. Agad namang mahahip ng aking mata ang kapatid ni Alishia, sya si Alice Hope Siniel ang nakababatang kapatid ni Alishia.

I hurriedly made my way to where my youngest sibling was and immediately wrapped her in a tight embrace. I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions as tears streamed down my face while I said, "magaling na ako." Each word was a mixture of joy and relief, escaping my lips like a long-awaited release. When I regained consciousness earlier and finally realized who I was, I also discovered that Alishia's previous illness had completely vanished. Marahil ay ako na ang bagong nasa kataohan nya.

Pagkatapos ng mahigpit na yakap, biglang tumakbo ang aking bunsong kapatid papalabas, puno ng kasabikan habang sumisigaw, "Mama! Papa! Ang ate, ang ate po magaling na!" Hindi siya magkamayaw sa kasisigaw habang ang kanyang mga luha ay tuloy-tuloy na dumadaloy, at halos mapatalon siya sa labis na tuwa. Naging saksi siya sa kahinaan ni Alishia noon; halos hindi na ito makabangon o makalakad, ngunit ngayon, kahit mahina pa rin ang katawan, heto siya, nakakatayo na.

Nang marinig ng aming mga magulang ang kanyang sigaw, agad silang sumugod papasok ng bahay. Pagkakita sa akin ng aking ina, nagpipigil siyang umiyak ngunit tuluyan na rin siyang napahagulgol sa kaligayahan. Lumapit siya sa akin at niyakap ako nang mahigpit, dama ko ang bawat pintig ng kanyang pagmamahal at pasasalamat sa Panginoon.

Ang aking ama naman ay sumunod sa kanya, at magkasama kaming nagyakapan nang mahigpit, sabay-sabay kaming napaluha sa tagpong iyon.

"Magaling na ako, Ma," sabi ko habang tumatawa at umiiyak, pilit na nagpapatawa upang mabawasan ang kanilang pag-aalala.

"Maupo ka muna anak, baka mabigla ka," tugon ng aking ina. Naupo kami sa salas, at nagsimula kaming magkuwentuhan nang masaya. Tila ba bumalik ang sigla ng aming tahanan, na matagal na ding nananahimik dahil sa aking sakit.