I am screwed

"I want to live!"

I woke up from the terrible nightmare.

"Hah… hah…"

I sat up on the bed, panting, accompanied by an intense headache.

"Ah… I can't believe it… I really survived…"

Slowly my blurred vision cleared… there was no light source in the room, only the reddish light of the morning sun rays filtering through the window gleaming on some metal ornaments.

"It's… a pretty… retro hospital room…"

Ornately carved cabinets, a small table with an artificial chair… canopy bed…

"Canopy bed? This is definitely not standard equipment in a hospital… and what is this silk sleepwear, as if my grandmother had lent it to me… "

As I stood up to look around better, my stomach got upset. the migraine's best companion, the throw up, has also arrived.

I managed to catch a dish on the table, the contents of my stomach emptied into ot.

"Pfh…"

I spat out the last dose of stomach acid.

Someone opened the rattle.

"Ms. Ashley! You finally woke up! "

Relief sat on the young girl's face, who was wearing a white apron above a brown maid like costume.

"Ms… what?"

After my brain processed the 16th-century maid-like outfit on the girl, the fact that the lady could not spelled my name the way it should be hit me.

"Ms Ashley… you look very pale… I'll go call the doctor!"

She pressed a glass of water into my hand and ran away.

I rinsed my mouth and got a little dizzy but stood up. At the other end of the room was a dressing table with a small mirror on it. I felt powerless, but somehow I managed to get there and looked at myself in the little round accessory.

"Oh… shit…."

A girl with ash-colored hair, and brown eyes looked back at me.

"Ashley… Kerrington?"

I uttered the name of a character with a similar description… the female lead with a tragic fate.

"Ms. Kerrington! You finally woke up! What you did was very dangerous, you can be glad you didn't get in any more trouble! "

The doctor tossed his bag on the table and looked for some pills.

'Fuck… it's really the protagonist's body! Is this a dream now… or reality? Damn… if that's really true, I'm really screwed… Ashley's life is hell itself… Ah .. '

I pinched my face, but it hurt a lot.

"This is real…"

I tried to gather my thoughts, but the doctor just scolded the unfortunate girl, as if it wasn't his job to treat a patient… he is getting paid for this for god's sake...

"Shut up already!"

It finally broke out of me.

"What… what… what did you say?"

The man backed away in surprise.

I wasn't really interested in his opinion. I knew exactly that he was a quack.

"I said shut up. Your voice is irritating… "

"But … what do you think, you are…?"

He wanted to cut back, but I left no opportunity, I just remembered the name of the maid.

"Letty, please bring me an aspirin, throw that quack out. I don't want to see him any more. "

I walked towards the bed.

"Uhh… i… yes… Miss…"

Letty couldn't find the words either. Understandably, Ashley was an anxious, shy creature - but I really am not.

"So …so… the only explanation for the situation is that Ashley's soul, who longed for ultimate reassurance above all else, and my soul, who still wanted to live damn much, have changed places… for this… I have to sleep…"

I climbed back into bed.

"But why is all my whole body aching?"

"I'm sure Miss, as you rolled down the stairs you must have hurt yourself badly ."

Letty got back with the painkiller.

"Oh… well… of course… the stairs…"

'At least I already know where we're standing in the story… at the beginning.'

"Miss…"

"Yes?"

"The young marquis is visiting you today, should I accompany him to this room?"

"Oh no…"

'Like hell you should…'

"Please prepare our usual garden tea table. By the afternoon, I want to go out, breath some of the fresh air. "

"I understood."

Letty is not a smart little girl, but at least she is loyal… which is a miracle for this much money.