บททั้งหมดของ WHO AM I THIS TIME?: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I smiled as I looked at the mirror and straightened my suit. At last. I had landed a job — and not just any job, but my dream job. The words echoed in my head like a song I never wanted to stop hearing.I smiled even wider, studying my reflection again, utterly satisfied with my look. The navy-blue suit wasn’t new, but it fit just right. I’d saved for weeks from my part-time jobs to buy it from a friend who once shared this same tiny room with me.It wasn’t perfect, but it made me look like someone who finally had a future.“Time to go to work,” I muttered to myself, smiling faintly as I glanced around my room.Calling it a room felt generous. It was barely large enough to fit a bed. it is just a mirror, and a small box where I kept my few clothes. A plastic chair sat in the corner beside two chipped plates and two spoons. The walls were cracked, the paint fading, but it was still home — my own place, my own little world.I had fought too hard to get here. Growing up in an orphanage w

For every other thing the doctor said or did, I didn’t pay attention — my mind was spinning too fast, like I was stuck in a dream I couldn’t wake from.So… it really does exist. Rebirth.Though I had read a few of those “reborn” stories online, I’d never truly believed they could happen in real life. And yet here I was — lying in a hospital bed, in someone else’s body. My body felt light, fragile, and foreign, but my thoughts were my own.The only relief was that I was still in the same world — not some parallel dimension or fantasy realm with magic. I was still here, in the same city, maybe even the same timeline.But if my soul had entered this body… what happened to my body? Was it lying lifeless on the street, hit by that trailer? Did anyone find me? Did my boyfriend, Caleb, know what happened?My chest ached at the thought. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. If all those rebirth stories I’d read had taught me anything, it was survival —

After taking blood, urine, and fecal samples, and having scans done, the doctor finally started testing my reflexes. I followed his instructions as best as I could, trying to keep my body still and respond correctly. He tapped my knees, checked my eyes, and even tested my balance. When he was satisfied, he nodded to himself and left the room. Leaving me alone in the ward. I exhaled heavily, collapsing back against the bed. My body felt like lead, every limb heavy with exhaustion. I really needed more rest, but more than that, I needed food. My stomach growled quietly, reminding me I hadn’t eaten in hours. At least when more information came in about my condition, I would be able to absorb it without feeling lightheaded or dizzy. I sighed again and leaned back, trying to settle my back against the stiff hospital bed. The quiet of the room felt almost too heavy. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the silence wrap around me, but just as I was about to drift into a brief rest, the

It’s already a month, and I’m finally ready to be discharged. During those one month, a lot happened. The only people who came to visit me were my dad and my eldest brother, Andy. My other elder brother, Kyle, who had a problem with this body, hasn’t come again. After what he said that day, I kept wondering why he hated this body that’s now mine. Every time I thought about it, my chest would tighten a little. I couldn’t shake off the question no matter how hard I tried. So one day, I decided to ask Andy myself. That was two weeks ago. Andy came to my hospital room that afternoon with his usual bright smile, carrying a bag of snacks and juice. I had already made up my mind that I would ask him, no matter what. He looked at me as he set the bag down. “What’s wrong, kiddo? Why are you frowning like that?” I pressed my lips together and looked up at him slowly, making sure my eyes were glossy with unshed tears. I had practiced this expression in the mirror the night before. “Why

I woke up as I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light of the room. My head felt heavy, like someone had placed a stone inside it. I slowly placed my hand on my head and massaged the side, trying to reduce the sharp pain moving around my skull. When I turned, I saw my dad’s wife staring directly at me with that same fake smile. I almost jumped because I wasn’t expecting her here. “You… you are awake,” she said as she smiled widely at me again. I stared at her for a moment before I nodded. Something about her just didn’t feel right, but I couldn’t place my finger on exactly what it was. Before I could think too much, the door opened. Dad came in quickly as he rushed to my side immediately. When I looked behind him, I saw Amber. “Finally, you are awake,” Dad said, letting out a breath like he’d been holding it forever. He touched my hair and started arranging it even though nothing was wrong with it. “I was afraid you’d gone into coma again.” I smiled softly at him. “I am