When I was a child I would always go to the ocean with my dog Lucas. He was my only family at that time. My parents abandoned me when I was five and no one wanted to deal with a five year old with parenting issues, so no one took care of me.

Thanks to that I ended up in a orphanage where I was at least able to shower and not worry about food. For that I was grateful but it was all pure luck. Lucas eventually passed away due to old age and I cried and cried until my eyes were dry.

That was the first time I ever truly felt lonely. But now over the years I learned that people think about themselves and what is good for them and not about how their actions can affect others, like my parents.

I'm twenty two now and still living at the orphanage and honestly it's not as bad anymore and that's only because since finally have the allowance and proper job I can get out of this shit hole.

I can finally do what I always wanted to do for myself with or without a family.

I start packing my stuff until I hear a knock on my door "Someone is eager to leave, wish I could but this danm orphanage really is my only best option huh... I'll miss you Rosa"

My roommate Amber, she was always sweet to me without wanting anything in return. I've always admire her for that.

"And why would you miss me? there really is nothing to miss about me, after all I'm quite annoying especially when I sleep"

" Pffft That's true and that's the only time when I hear you make any noise at all...like a cat!"

I get the pillow and throw it at her face

" Hey what was that for!"

I glare at her and say

"Of all the things you had to compare me to it had to be cat?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"...I hate cats...they scare me"

"pffft hahah well that's news to me but hey at least I didn't compare you to a hairless cat"

"Keep talking unless you want to end up like a hairless cat yourself"

" Yes Ma'm!"

I sigh and start to remember the first time I met Amber. I was seven and she was six. She had long black straight hair, bright blue eyes and pales skin. She wore a light pink and white dress with a white bow on her hair.

Her shoes were white and filled with mud due to the storm that occurred before she arrived.I remember as clear as day the first word she said to me

" You know you look like a walking corpse and your not even white "

I looked at her stunned, do i really look that miserable?

"But your pretty especially your eyes their almost as the same shade as the sun, it suits you" She said with a bright smile.

"Looks like your done packing" Amber said with a half smile

"Yup all done...I'll miss too..."I said felling my cheeks turn red

"YOU SAID IT, FINALLY!" she runs up to me and gives me a tight hug.

"Remember something Rosa, there is no need to hide what you are feeling. Express yourself and let people know how your feeling there is nothing wrong with that"

I looked at her confused. I don't understand what she means but I'm sure I will eventually.

"Okay"

I get to the car and put all of my stuff on the trunk, I turn around and take a last glimpse of what used to be my home.

I'm not even sure if you could even call that place a home. I recall all my good and bad memories from this place. Now it's nothing but that, a memory and nothing more.

I get out of my car and I'm now currently staring at my new home. Thankfully the government helps me pay for it so I don't have much problem. The house looks quite modernized. It has more windows than the orphanage and has a big tree by the entrance making the house look as if it came right out of a fairy tale. I feel the wind ripple through my clothes and feel the sun kiss my skin. I close my eyes and let it all sink in. I feel a tear run down my cheek and feel a big ache on my heart. I'm confused, I can't understand why I'm crying, I've never cried before so why now?

A week later, Friday September 4th

I wake up by the sound of my alarm, startled I roll over to turn it off but end up falling from the bed. what a way to start the day, I successfully turn off the alarm and start my morning schedule. A few minutes later I hear the door bell, I look through the window because I'm only five foot one and see the back of a man holding his phone with his left arm making it hard to see his face.

I open the door, " Umm...is there something you need?"

He turns around and the first thing I notice are his eyes. Dark deep green eyes, sun kissed skin, black straight short hair covering a little bit of his eyes and a tattoo of a butterfly on the right side of his neck.

We stay silent for a moment, the silence lingers in like a wind chime.

Flustered, i say "So what do you need?"

"Ah right sorry, I live right across the street and it wasn't until yesterday that i found out we had a new neighbor. So I was just curious of who you were"

At first i couldn't belive that people actually care about meeting their neighbors. Back at the orphanage everyone ignored me except for Amber.

" Well nice to meet you, my name is Rosa"

"Jake, nice to meet you Rosa" He said with a bright smile.

It's been three days since I've seen Jake and I can't get him out of my head. I feel my face turn red whenever I think about his smile. My stomach feels tight when I think about the time we lingered looking at each other in silence. At first I didn't know why felt this way so I look it up. why does my heart race at the thought of someone? what is the tight feeling I feel in my stomach when I think about a specific person? Should I see a doctor? Is it curable?.

It was thanks to this resrch that I was able to understand that I wasn't sick at all. According to research, I like him but for me it seems more like I'm interested in him. But does he feel the same?

I decide to take a walk around the neighborhood to clear my thoughts. As I walk I notice a balck cat walking right beside me. Shit.

I stop walking and take a deep breath, why does a cat have to appear now.

I do my best to gently push it away but it keeps coming back.

"Please leave me alone..."

I can feel the cat purr against my leg. I start walking faster and so does the cat, I start running out of desperation and before I know it I hear honking. I turn around and I see a truck right in front of me.

I freez without knowing what to do. I'm I going to die?

My head hurts. I wake up and see an unfamiliar place, I sit up and look around, ooh I'm at the hospital.

I hate hospital's, they make me feel uneasy but that doesn't matter right now.

What happened to me? as soon as I thought that a doctor came in.

"Hello, my name is Joseph Smith, a doctor as you can tell. Now, do you remember what happened to

you and how you ended up here?"

what I remember?...oh that's right , I got hit by a truck

" I only remember getting hit by a truck while running away from a cat. That's all."

He looks at me with a raised eyebrow,

"I see, well you don't have nothing to worry about. The only reason you were unconscious was because of the impact of the incident and because of the amount of loss of blood. You do have have a large scar on your waist so please try to be careful but don't worry you'll be fine."

I wasn't really worried about myself I was more worried about how much the medical bill will cost.

" How much will the medical bill cost me me?"

"Before talking about the medical bill there are still some questions I need to ask you or more specifically one, what's your name?"

I look at him confused. Why would he ask my name? whatever

"Rosa, my name is Rosa Cruz...why?"

He walks to the counter, opens a drawer and takes out a clipboard with a white sheet.

I'm pretty sure that's not how doctors are suppose to manage their workplace but who am I to judge?

"When is your birthday? " He gets his pen and starts writing

"November 28, 2002, is there a reason why-" He cuts me off and continues writing

"How old are you" He said flipping through (what I thought was a single sheet of paper) to the next page.

" Before I answer you, first tell me why you are asking me all this questions"

He stops and looks at me straight in the eye

" There may be a chance that you have forgotten who you are, to be more precise, memory loss. Although it seems you are answering these questions without any sort of difficulty so it's most likely something else. That's why I'm asking you these questions. I need to know what you're condition is."

My body freezes, I'm confused. What does he mean memory loss , me? That can't be possible, I remember exactly what happened, the orphanage, Amber, even my danm name so why does he think I have memory loss or anything of the sort?

"If my name isn't Rosa, then what is it?"

He looks at me straight in my eyes with a plain expression and says,

"Ruby, your name is Ruby Fate Thompson. You are nine teen years old and your birthday is on December 26, 2005"

What the hell? what is he talking about? I was never called by that name and was never ever referred to as Ruby.

What's more he said he said my birth month and year completely different from what I told him. I stand up and sart to pace around the room, meanwhile the doctor starts writing again.

Annoyed I say, " Can you stop writing I'm trying to think" He nods and stops writing.

Okay let's think logically..but there's nothing logically about this.I start panicking and start to feel nauseous, I stop pacing and run to the restroom and throw up.

The doctor then runs as well and calls in for assistance.

"Stop, I'm fine, no need to call for assistance"

"...Alright "

I stand up and wash my mouth, out of pure instinct I look up at the mirror and freeze.

I'm a completely different person, literally.

With my hands I start touching this person's face.

There's no way this is me, what happened? why do I look like this ? where is my body? I'm dreaming I have to be.

I slap my face for extra measures, didn't work.

"Enough, what is slapping your face going to accomplish? go lay down I'll be back"

Completely ignoring him, I wait until he gets out and resume to what I was doing.

I splash water on my face, cold and hot, still look the same, I pinch my face, thighs, and arms, same result.

Am I...in a different...body? that's impossible...and even if I did how?

Three days pass by and I was told my occupation, about my family, my financial situation, everything I needed to know.In order to have found this out I had to play the card of a poor sad girl who lost her memory because of a tragic incident.

It sucked but I had to do what I need to do to get by.

I found out that I'm actually a rich nine teen year old girl from a prestigious family, our relationship is as worst as it can get and the only reason why I still live off their money is because I'm their only child, as far as I know they aren't complete ass holes.

I work as a secretary of the biggest company of the country, the NHCPI. Stands for National Home Corporation Preparation Institute.

This company focuses on building homes affordable for everyone even if they aren't able to purchase one.

The main reason why this company is well-known is because 90% of the construction and housing industry use this company installment plan.

I own more than two houses across the country and a dog named Troy. I have no relationships and no friends. I don't know why I ended up in this girl's body, which is still hard for me to believe but at least I know I'm not in some unknown universe.

It's the same year, same technology, just a different body with a entirely different life than mine.

I go to check myself out and pay for the medical bill. As I do I noticed a lot of people staring at me,

Is there something on my face?

"Here you go, it will be-"

"Holly shit" I look at the price of the medical bill and I'm extremely surprised. The price is three time higher than my house bill.

Although that is expected, as soon as this body's owner was sent to this hospital, she was sent right to the privet room.

After all she is a woman who has a prestigious family and gets paid well.

The nurse looks at me impatiently but with caution.

"Sorry, here you go" I hand her the credit card and wonder how it must feel to have so much money,

Is it lonely like the how the movie's make it seem? is it stressful? Or does it feel nice owning this much money?

"Here you go, have a nice day"

I pause looking at her smile and say,

" Thank You", doing my best to return the smile she gave me.

I as I start to walk out of the hospital I notice the doctor, what was name again?

"umm doctor I have one las question before I go" I said, In fact there one hundred more questions I want to ask him but this one is far more important.

"What is it?" He said with the same plain expression,

"Whay happened to me so that I had to end up in the hospital? You told me I when I woke up I was unconscious due to the amount of blood loss and because of the impact of the incident Well, what incident? "

He freezes, " I don't believe it would be a great idea for me to tell you"

"Why? don't I need to know? what's more I have a huge scar across my waist, just like you said but just knowing that won't do me any good. Now tell me how I ended up here"

Hesitant he said,

" You were stabed. The reson why the scar is quite large is because they were aiming towards your heart. From what I can tell you were putting up a fight and you were able to avoid be stabed in the heart but on your waist.You were also bleeding from your head which proves that you either fell from strong impact or someone hit you with an object on the head."

I felt my heart starting to freeze and chills go down my spine. Maybe it was for the best if I hadn't known because thanks to this information I now know that someone wanted or wants me dead.