Trapped With my Soulmate

Chapter 2

It was so swift that she felt like being hit by a car. She took an involuntary step backward losing her balance, felt the wall and then she slid down on the floor with a thud, her head a little fuzzy. Her breath in gasps as her eyes seemed to be out of focus.

She shook her head to clear the fog that suddenly fell on her brain and looked around again trying to get her vision to focus. Okay, why does it feel like everything suddenly turned surreal? Was she really dreaming? She closed her eyes for a minute and opened them again to finally focus on the question that should be addressed immediately to make sense of this confusion.

What the hell is happening?

Where is that Park Jimin guy?

Was she really dreaming?

Did she really dreamt that she's already dead?

Her eyes widened as she turned to the wire mesh pencil holder underneath the TV and immediately put a hand to it, closing her palms around it. She let out a big sigh of relief. She felt it. She can hold it. Cold. Solid. A smile lit her face and held onto it for a little bit longer before she slowly let go, staring at her hand, frowning.

Why does her hand look... diifferent? It looked... well, it looked cute and all the rings.... Wait. Her hands are delicate and her fingers are really pretty... why....

Rings...

Her eyes traveled on her wrist... and fell on the weird looking bracelet with strange markings....

The blue striped shirt and ripped jeans... these clothes....

She immediately got to her feet and rushed to look in the mirror.

And the face of the guy... Park Jimin... stared back at her in utter horror.

She took an involuntary step back, her eyes fixed on the guy's reflection, his face mirroring what she is feeling. "Oh my goooood!" Then covered her mouth as that... man-voice came out of her throat. She put a hand on her face, patting it in the hopes that she would see her own reflection. Wait... what does she look like? Well, whatever she looked like, this is definitely not it! She is a girl! A woman. Female! That much she is sure of!

She paced around with a hand over mouth trying to hold that horrific scream she knew is hanging around her throat before looking in the mirror again. "Oh my god, what is happening?" She wanted to cry for this...whatever this is to be over. Then she froze... and slowly looked down at herself with the man's body and she grimaced. "Oh my god! This is so gross for me! What is happening!" She paced back and forth again trying to think as she pushed her hair back then felt the short threads of her hair-or Jimin's. My hair. My beautiful glorious hair!

She swallowed hard trying to calm herself down. Okay, okay. I need to calm down. There has got to be an explanation for this. This can't be real.... Either that or she had gone crazy. Then she froze again as she looked in the mirror seeing that guy's face looking at her in widened eyes, his words reverberating inside her brain about her being a soul.

A soul.

Her panicked mind slowly calmed down as she considered the possibility. Unreal, crazy... but what if. If that was true-and she is not currently strapped down inside an ambulance to be taken to a mental hospital and all these is just happening insider her mind-did... did she turned into this guy? Is she going to live as this guy? Was there some kind of unfinished business that she needs to do before she could find peace and... walk into the light? Is she going to be Park Jimin while she completes her... whatever unfiinished business she had?

Her thoughts abruptly came to a halt when she felt a nudge. What was that? She whirled around expecting to find someone and saw the same empty space. Still the empty house that she had woken up to. What is happening now? Then she felt it again. Stronger this time. Like an insistent shove.