I open my eyes and my vision starts to clear.
Who am I this time?
I glimpse down and admire a floor length dress; a ballgown. The bodice is tight around
my chest, so I am only able to take shallow breaths. My new hair is pulled up into an elegant
bun, and a scarlet strand of a bang falls around my face. I look up and scan my surroundings. I
am standing in front of an old church, and people around me are bustling along, not noticing
Act normal, and maybe this time you'll live.
I stride in the direction of all the bystanders, attempting to blend in. As I walk my heels pinch my feet, and breathing in the tight gown is still strenuous.
Two men in dark cloaks grab my hands and pull them tightly behind my back. I try to fight, but they are stronger than me.
"Abigail Lewis, you have been sentenced to death," One of the men states in a firm voice.
Assuming Abigail knows what she has done, I react by twisting and struggling against them.
People in the crowd start to whisper.
Since I'm never in one body for a long amount of time, I have gotten used to being called by
other names. The only thing that I remember from my personal life is my name:
I flick my gaze to a handsome man with dark hair and hazel eyes. He looks at me strangely. Do I know you? His face looks so familiar, and I instantly have every inch of him memorized. He turns into the crowd, and I can see the muscles move on his back, beneath his dark tunic as he disappears.
The men march me to a building which must be the jail. We enter and gut wrenching
stench stings my nose. The men open a cell and toss me to the floor.
"What time am I scheduled for?" I ask, noticing that my voice is small and sweet.
One of the men grunts in annoyance and walks away with the other following close behind,
neither acknowledging that I had spoken. I pull myself into a sitting position against the stone
wall, sending chills down my back and arms. I don't know what I did to deserve this.
For as long as I can remember, I get a body, die, and open my eyes as a new being. I am
always put in a body of someone who is one day away from death. I remember everything; I
have experienced death hundreds of times, and I am