Do you know what it's like to heal from ashes? To feel your cells regenerate and piece themselves together painstakingly slowly, feeling it start taking form. The hard form slowly molded out the skeletal frame, holding on to each other with each ligament and then began forming the tendons

When enough muscle fibres stitch themselves together to start forming a shape of an excuse to call a body, red blood cells start moving as the cardiac muscles began to grow; giving oxygen to the much starved cells that awaited upon arrival.

Before every organ began functioning in the messed up way the situation allows it for, the clump of cells in my core divided and mutated into different tissues before working together to create a system the body once had.

No one thinks about which of the 5 sense comes first and which comes last, but let me tell you this, as soon as my brain stem cells started curling and coiling against anything that grew, touch if you could call it that, began to take form. I could start feeling more physical pain and discomfort rather than the existential one that I am put in during these trances.

As cells start to harden into bones, ear bones began to develop, and while sounds didn't exist until the hairs in the cochlea differentiated the frequencies that exists in sound waves, the vibrations above me traveled through my form creating different sounds that weren't humanly possible to hear with your ears.

My eyes takes a while to finish forming, though is one of the first to start; as a branch of brain stem that curled and formed into elongated clumps of cells we call nerve endings as my body began to rehydrate.

I theorized the droplets in the air is a big factor when it came to rehydration of my body from ashes. The nutrients or almost the lack thereof, must be from the earth. I'd like to think I'm like a plant.

One that can't be killed off anyways.

The very same brain stem cells start forming thought process and consciousness which I'm too hazy to make anything of at the moment. Slowly like a puzzle, pieces start fitting and before I know it I remember the basic knowledge I'd need in everyday life like breathing, eating and relieving myself in the bathroom. The talking and thinking wires is a bit crossed up still.

The last sense to come was taste, the taste buds that coated my tongue and my entire mouth finally alerted me the blood and smoke I tasted in my mouth.

During this process of reviving myself back from ashes, I don't dare move until my body completely healed itself. I still remember my the pain from my first time, how I twitched in panic as soon as my nervous system allowed me to send myself into distress and ended up looking and feeling like someone made a voodoo doll of me deforming me every way possible.

It took me many deaths before I figured out a way to calm down and stay out, which allowed me a relatively bearable state of pain and discomfort instead. Pain became a friend, a reminder that I am alive and that I'm still here.

They say energy cannot be destroyed, only changed. Whoever said that got that right, because somehow my curse is to feel the energy of ashes take human form again.

I forget how many deaths I've endured, I don't know how much time have passed; but one thing for certain, I am not as young as I think I am. I have definitely lived many lives, experienced many ways life can be experienced.

I can't remember my family's faces anymore, I think I stopped remembering few deaths ago.

I have no keepsakes to hold on to, I assume everything burns up along with me, in every life time. But something stays with me each time.

I remembered we lived in the middle of a forest, so we probably didn't have neighbours of some sort. We planned to send the older sisters Rhiannon and Freya to live with my aunt, what's her name?

At least I remember their's. I wonder what they looked like; I wonder what I look like.

It's getting a little harder to remember the details, huh I guess a lot more time has passed than I've realized.

I slowly blinked to lubricate my eyes, the first few feel like sandpaper meets glue. I wiggled my fingers slightly before making a move to get up, the instinct of finding clothes and food taking over.

Who am I running from?

I used to know, now it's like how I'd imagine a prey knows how to run and hide from predators; etched into their DNA's somehow. They don't necessarily need to know who the exact bad guys are out there to know which ones to avoid when they meet upon one. I'm generally good at reading people, knowing who's attention not to draw, at least I'd like to think.

As my mind cleared up more, I recognize that I'm in a forest with the sun shining above me. I look down to discover my pale skin covered in soil, with flakes of dried leaves that clung to me lifelessly. I don't mind the sensation of the bugs crawling off of me as I moved, it reminded me that I'm still here.

I took wobbly steps forward as I gained enough strength, allowing myself to follow where my body seems to know to go.

I'm not even sure what my name is, but I think it begins with the letter C.

Surprisingly I don't panic at the lack of knowledge my brain resides about myself or my past. I guess I'm used to it, I thought.

I see something in the distance to my right. As I got closer I discovered it was an abandoned cabin; it's windows shattered and the porch step has a few holes big enough you'd have to be careful not to lose your leg while climbing them. The structure looks secure enough for the moment, but just a few bad weather storms away from crumbing.

With every step I made sure there were no splintered wood awaiting to surprise my foot, nor to step into the gaping holes. When I reached the door, I was half surprised to find it was unlocked.

The door groaned, like it hasn't been swung for a long time. As I stepped inside, I noticed the lack of furniture that was supposed to have decorated this poor cabin. All that was left was a three and a half legged wooden table in what I'm assuming was the kitchen/dining area, accompanied by a burnt iron stove and a couple of wooden chairs laying on the floor.

Breeze blew inside, scraps of cloth that was once hung now barely clinging itself into the pole.

I walked farther towards a few doorless rooms, discovering one with a chipped ceramic tub with a nozzle at the end of it.

I twisted it and brown liquid spouted violently until it turned clear enough to be cleaned with. I stepped into the tub, cupping my hands to use the cold water to wash over me rinsing off all the dirt.

It took me a second to realize some of the brown spots belong to my skin, almost like an someone inked brown dots delicately all over my body.

I grimaced at the cold water when I dunked my head under it, attempting to get rid of the mud that caked in my hair.

Finally when I feel clean enough, I turned the knob shut, standing there shivering as the breeze feeling icy my wet body. I stared down at the drain as I watched the last of the water go down.

Aware of the wet trail I left behind me, I stepped out of the tub to look for some clothes in hopes to protect myself before the harsh elements come at nightfall.

Luckily I found an oversized shirt with some holes and stains along with a drawstring shorts, which I tied it as tight as it goes hoping they'll be held up by my hip bones.

As I walked out of the room to explore the cabin further, a flash of light caught the corner of my eye. Curiosity in me peaked as I went to find out where the source of light came from.

I discovered broken shards of what looked to have been a mirror was sprawled across the floor, slightly hidden beneath the garbage that's scattered everywhere.

Carefully to not step on any, I picked up the largest piece, shocked green eyes meeting mine. I moved the reflection around, finding more of those spots across my face and down my neck, completing the rest of the body.

I looked closer to take a look at my nose, moving it to the side to see the slightly upturned features, paired with a pair of lips that lacked colour due to the lack of life within me. My cheeks and under eyes are hollow, giving me an imitation of what I'd imagine what a walking skeleton would look like.

A soft breeze blew passed me, gently whispering a name into my ear. I could've sworn someone was standing next to me, but I looked around to discover I was alone. The name the wind whispered was

Caeleste.

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