My name is Naomi and this is my bizarre story.
I was a famous news reporter and lived in a world where status ruled. I was famous for my beauty, guts and wits and earned my place in society. Everyone admired me because I was always courageous and brave enough to expose the truth, no matter who the perpetrator was.
Being rich and famous was nice and all, but those were the least of my concerns. My mother was in a vegetative state and no matter how much money I put into the treatment, she just wouldn't wake up.
Other than that, my twin sister was in an asylum. After graduation, she suddenly went crazy and no one knew the cause.
Due to all this, I suffered from severe depression. I had no one to run to and no one to talk to. I was all alone. My financial and public life were great, but when it came to family, I was a complete mess.
Drugs helped me but I slowly got addicted to them. I couldn't go a single day without taking the medication and I definitely didn't let anyone know about it. I wanted to keep up that image of a perfect and brave lady in front of everyone and gradually forgot the person I used to be.
I saw no need for friends because I thought they would just be another burden to carry. I saw no need for marriage because I thought starting a family would also be a burden on me.
This mentality of mine unknowingly worsened my depression. I kept thinking that everything else other than myself was a burden but little did I know they everything else was what I needed.
One afternoon, during my lunch break, I went to a coffee shop to have a quick cup of coffee. I sat by the glass walls and stared at my coffee, deep in thoughts. An old lady suddenly approached and sat opposite me. She had black shades on and a rather creepy smile.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked and the old lady chuckled. She opened her mouth to speak but no word came fort. She smiled again and dropped a necklace on the table.
It looked like a regular necklace to me. I looked at the old lady, there was something weird about her, I could feel it.
"Put it on." she requested and with a little hesitation, I wore the necklace. "Beautiful!" she remarked. "Now be a good girl and see the world from a different angle."
I watched as she got up and walked away in confusion. My mind just couldn't wrap up the things she said. I looked at the necklace around my neck, and thought to take it off but my instincts said otherwise. Everything seemed strange.
I was busy trying to figure out the old lady when suddenly, a van van crashed into the glass wall and into me. I saw shards of glass splatter before my eyes and felt the impact of the van against my body. I was dead for sure.
Moments later, I woke up on an hospital bed. Wasn't I supposed to be in a coma? I looked around to see flowers, balloons, gift cards and it all felt strange. I knew I wasn't close to anyone so who brought those things?
All that thinking made my head hurt and that was when I realized my hair was long and brown. I remembered my hair to be short and purely black, why then did it grow so long and change color?
Suddenly, a group of girls barged into my ward and all hugged me. They all had strange faces and that frightened me. I pushed them all away and shifted back on my bed, staring at them in horror.
"Who are you?" I asked and they all looked at me in shock. One of the girls ran out yelling for the doctor while another tried to get close to me.
"Emilia, don't you remember us?" She asked me and that got me confused. Who was Emilia? Nothing seemed right and these girls didn't look like they were joking.
I looked at my side and saw my reflection. My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. My reflection was completely different, the person staring back at me was not me...
