Sherry Diary

The foreign room

...Promo novels :...

Sherry tries to open her eyes slowly. Even though the window was still closed, he was sure it was already noon. I heard someone outside knocking on the door.

That's probably Mom, if not Aska. But if it's noon like this it's impossible for the Aska. The kid must have gone to school. Yes, he's still in 1st grade High School. Despite his large body, my younger brother was still in 1st grade.

Right, school! What the hell am I doing? If Aska had left, I shouldn't have gone to school either. Why am I still casually staying on top of the bed. Aargh! My body hurts when I move. What's the matter?

Everything looks foreign. The walls and ceilings of the rooms are mint colored. Long enough Sherry looked at the ceiling of the room. For the size of the room, this room is very large. Bigger than the living room in the house.

His head moved to the side. Furniture and trinkets are very unknown.

Too fancy for my room. This isn't my room. This is not my home. I'm not on my bed. This mattress is very soft and of high quality. I was actually in someone else's room. Where'sisthis?

poke!poke!

Room door on tap. A twenty-two-year-old woman came in to bring food.

"Miss Ve, this is the porridge." Sherry looked at him in wonder.

This girl couldn't make a sound because her throat hurt. The woman placed the bowl of porridge on a very soft pink nightstand. Then open the curtains that still cover the window.

The srekk!

The sunlight in. Sherry squinting her eyes held the glare of sunlight. The woman left the room without speaking again.

What the fuck?

Sherry tried to move her body again. After trying, he was finally able to get up from a very soft bed. His hand grabbed the picture frame beside the porridge bowl.

Whose picture is this?

Sherry looked at a picture of a girl. Her hair was long and beautiful. Looks like manicured. Dear girl it's like a lack of positive aura. Her face was beautiful but she looked lethargic and weak.

The deg! As she unintentionally stood in front of the makeup glass, her chest rumbled. His body shivered and trembled. His eyes were so shocked. His breathing was piqued

Bruk! Sherry fell on the floor, holding her face.

Nah! No way!

Still sitting on the floor of the room, Sherry groped her face. Then try to stand by holding on to a chair. Again, the face appeared. A face she does not know. A foreign face.

That's not me! That's not my face!What's the matter? What the hell is going on?

Sherry turned pale and fainted.

Sherry wakes up to the smell of the drug. Next to her was an aunt older than the woman who had brought the bowl of porridge. He looked at Sherry anxiously.

"Are you awake?" ask her gently and attentively. Sherry just nodded. I don't know why Sherry felt she had to nod. That aunt looks good.

Sherry felt her throat dry.

"I'm thirsty." Sherry tried to sit down, the aunt tried to help her. He poured some water and gave it to Sherry. When it was over, this girl thrust it back.

"Whose aunt?" sherry asked hoarsely and a lethargic face without hesitation. With a calm and peaceful face he looked at Sherry. Despite being asked a strange question, he was neither surprised nor angry. Smiling warmly.

"I don't remember."

How can you remember, all this is not mine. Even this body...

Sherry looked towards her own body in a daze and astonishment.

"It's okay. One day you will remember."

"I'm not Vermouth either."

"Hmmm..." Auntie mangosteen. Sherry feels weird. Why did this Aunt not care about his words. Sherry said something that didn't make sense.

What because it makes no sense so the aunt actually does not believe the words of this mouth. I have to tell you I'm not Vermouth.

"You should eat a lot. Take regular medication. Don't think things through. If you're tired of sleeping again...." He gave long advice.

"That's why Aunt isn't my mother?"

"Hem."

"Then, where's my mom?" This time, my aunt was silent for a moment. And started looking at Sherry.

"It seems you have to take a lot of rest. Let's go to sleep again...." Auntie had no intention of answering. His hands wrapped around and patted Sherry's head softly. I wish the girl was asleep. Like putting a baby to sleep.

After making sure the girl was asleep, Auntie went out of the room. Sherry opened her eyes. He was pretending to be asleep. Otherwise, Sherry can't move.

Hh.... What the hell is this? Why can my body be perfect like this. Hair is very straight. Gorgeous face. White skin clean. I need to read my situation now. Who is this Vermouth?

With a limp Sherry stepped. Explore the room by holding on to walls and furniture. Somehow Sherry felt her body was so weak. Dizziness and nausea.

But Sherry kept walking despite staggering. Research and examine all objects that can give clues. All children's story books. Cinderella, Little Mermaid, Pinocchio, Alladin, and many others.

Why keep a book like this? He also loves to read like me. The difference is in the home of many comics. Because you can not buy a new one, you are forced to buy it at the flea market because it is very cheap. Native anyway. There is only one novel; 'sherlock holmes'. It was also in the love of the owner of the cafe where I work part-time.

Sherry picked up one of the books entitled, 'Cinderella'. A phenomenal fairy tale. Everyone knows the story of those glass shoes.

There is also The Little Mermaid. The story of a mermaid who sacrifices her golden voice in order to gain legs. All for the sake of meeting the man he loves. Sherry sneered happily. Although already this big Sherry sometimes still likes reading that smells of fairy tales. Thinking sometimes... "I wish I had a fairy tale like this too"

Maybe my wish was granted. Looks like a fairy tale has come my way. Aye! This body is a fairytale proof that's come my way, but who believes it. If anyone believes they're crazy like me.

Wasn't I helping someone before? How's that story going? Why did the story change like this?

Sherry's body is weakened. Bruk! Sherry dropped herself on the floor. Sit while leaning against the wall.

This body is sick....

Then he tried to straighten his legs. There is pain in the right cheek. Apparently there was a new wound. Probably injured by the accident.

His memory goes back to that time. I don't feel her tears melting. Remember home, Mother and also Aska. Sherry pulled her legs and bent. Hugged her feet with both hands and started crying.

Mother ...

Aska ...

I want to meet you guys.

B.e.r.s.a.m.b.u.n.g