Hero's Dead Brother

5. New Home

I looked around me as I woke up. Surprisingly my clothes were changed without me even noticing and my body felt nice and clean. I tried to lift my head but I couldn't.

As I was checking around my eyes met the man's from yesterday. This time I didn't freak out. Something told me that he wouldn't hurt me.

« Young Master is awake » the man had a stoic yet kind voice. Like a professional but good willing person.

« Is Young Master hungry? » he spoke as a woman approached him and whispered:

« Do you think the Young Master can eat after... tree days of... being not fed? »

« Should we try with very small amounts? »

« Maybe it's better. His body didn't take any food for so long. We wouldn't want to create a shock ».

Were they discussing how to feed me the best way? They kept speaking for 10 more minutes before deciding to ask my mother.

Mother. It still felt weird to have such a person as a mother. I felt blessed. If God is there, I don't know why He blessed me like this. But thank You.

« Since Young Master isn't crying, we could maybe delay it until we discuss it with the doctor and Madam? »

« The doctor will arrive in half an hour »

They both turned to me and smiled.

« Such a calm Master we have ».

I tried to smile to reassure them that I'm fine though I knew it would look ugly.

They both gasped and looked at each other.

« An Angel! »

Me? The man took me in his arms with a bright smile and took me to the gold and red room where my two parents were. As soon as I saw them, I couldn't help but smile. They made me so happy every time I saw them for some reason.

They both saw my smile and their faces were illuminated. I'm blind now.

« My beautiful baby! » mother quickly took me in her arms and hugged me.

They started discussing how I should be fed and I was looking at their faces focused so much to take such an unimportant decision. It felt weird. Why bother? I'm not gonna dye from eating too much. Why are they so concerned about my health anyway?

I won't lie, it felt good. But something didn't feel right. A sudden fear shook me.

I'm getting too attached.

I'm getting waaaaay too carried away. Yes, they're incredible people and I don't even deserve to be in their house. Although they show me so much kindness, it won't last forever. My mother kept me alive at that age... somehow. She must have also taken care of me. And my father didn't abandon me yet. At that age everything seemed fine. But that didn't last long.

If I relax and get too confident, I'll end up in Hell again. I should remain ready for any changes so that I can survive.

Then a thought provoked a teardrop: 'they think I'm their son'. I suddenly realized that me being in this body didn't make me their son! I took someone else's place! I am scamming these people to think I'm their child!

Guilt and a sharp pain in the chest broke my new world in pieces. 'I don't deserve this'

'I'm a fake'

'But I'm such a terrible person that I'm gonna keep pretending to be their son. I am too greedy to let go of this new home'

From that moment, any concern or care they've shown, felt like a heavy burden because it meant that I had to justify all that trouble one day. How am I gonna pay them back for all this care? Two servants taking care of me, all this expensive fabric waisted to clothe me, the regular visits of the doctor...

My life slowly turned into a stressful one. I tried to make as few noise as possible so that they wouldn't have to care for me. But that only resulted in them calling the doctor because 'I didn't cry enough for a baby'.

How am I gonna pay back for all of this? How am I gonna make all this care they give me worth it?

'How am I gonna pay for being a fake?'