She feels better this way. First, she was afraid but at least now she feels she has power and confidence. If only it didn’t come with the pain and the demand that took such a toll on her mind. Constantly split between two sides. One quiet and timid and kind. Another proud and fearless and cruel. Exhaustion was another thing she wishes they had warned her about before this happened. All this extra energy coursing through her soul you’d think she could carry on for hours, but within minutes of being awake she dreams of her bed, resisting for as long as possible. It is when she sleeps that the real trouble starts. Her unsuspecting mind gets twisted and warped into doing the work and thinking the thoughts of another soul.
She doesn’t mind the new look. Her eyes have turned from a dull shade of brown to the most captivating green she has ever seen and most of the bruises have started to fade. The new-found confidence has allowed her to wear the things she has always wanted to but had previously never been brave enough for. She doesn’t mind the extra attention either. It is far better than sitting quietly in the corner with a mediocre book to keep her occupied.
One thing is for sure. Something needs to be done about this population of over-eaters and narcissistic good-for-nothing’s. Now is the perfect time. Everybody distracted by politics and technology. Nobody would even see it coming. It will be a shame to lose this body though. So fit and able. Good, innocent eyes avoiding all suspicion. Not to mention the fact that she is not very popular. It is so easy to remain unnoticed. It will be a shame to lose such a good one. I might even stay to watch the human-folk take her away.
One thing is for sure, she will never again be the quiet, nerdy girl I first met. She will never become like any of those people she once looked up to and she will never know how important her role was in this war, for it is a war she doesn’t even know exists.
