As soon as I woke up, I was greeted by a hug full of sadness and warmth. A hug full of concern and love from Anna. She was bawling.
It almost made me cry also, in fact, tears were already trickling down my cheeks after what I had just went through earlier, but as soon as the word she spoke registered my mind, my heart immediately dropped.
"A week?!" I exclaimed, my chest pumping hard as if something was trying to break through. My previous solemn aura were shattered, and the scars all around my body throbbed.
The sadness disappeared as quickly as it came, replacing it with edge and panic. One that made even the healed wounds once again quake.
"W-What's wrong, Liam?!"
Anna immediately called out, feeling my fast heartbeat. But even as she stared at me worriedly, I could not answer. My eyes blurred like my mind.
At that instance, the cold face of my brother, his dark silhouette and his sharp gaze met my quavering eyes.
I hadn't even notice I started shuddering, shivering even. As if a blizzard swept through, freezing me.
That man was technically a stranger. A stranger I met one day that started beating me since.
But the pain he inflicted to me in that short time already rooted into the depths of my soul.
Or perhaps it might've already sprouted the moment I came to.
After all, I am Liam. I have taken over his body. I don't know where his consciousness lies now, but it's my responsibility to give him closure after all he's been through
Subsequently, all his experiences stayed with me. Like the scars and his unseen wounds—his trauma remained also.
I too felt terrified in that man's presence just like that poor boy. Liam's experiences transferred to me. Or perhaps, he's still here. Might...he still be inside this body, watching me take the front seat?
Or is he the one controlling me? My consciousness? No, how do I even know if these memories are real? This might be a trauma response, a split personality, PTSD, or fake scenarios set up by the brain to bury bitter memories.
And, how do I know...I'm me?
.
.
.
'No, I shouldn't be doubting myself."
The fact that I remember these modern knowledge proves my existence. Even the most delusional minds can't create scenarios like these during the middle-ages.
But just as that thought came to mind, my head once again throbbed.
"AHHHHHH!"
Stronger that it has ever been.
.
.
.
Memories...
They're...
Flooding...
.
𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘..?
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑚 𝐼?
𝑂𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟?
𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠?
"𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴!"
"Liam! What's wrong?! What's happening to you?"
"𝑊ℎ𝑜...𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢?"
"Anna! Don't you remember me?"
"𝐴ℎ...𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠..."
"Right...Sorry, my mind went blank for a second..."
"O-Oh, it's fine. Let me get you a drink."
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.
.
Was that...
Liam?
And did I...take over again? Did I win? Was I...
Dominant?
Will I lose control again..?
'That felt terrifying...'
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.
.
Liam, I'm sorry. But please back down. I want to live also. Please...
Leave.
Before sympathizing, now pushing him away from his own body.
My hypocrisy has never been this audacious. And honestly I'm disgusted at myself...
But please...let me live again. I don't want to die. I don't want to lose myself. I don't want to return to that darkness.
I'll make sure to pay you back and make you a king. I'll trample down on all those who tripped you.
So please...
Don't do that again.
Let me have the control.
Please...
If you can hear me, Liam,
𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎.
YOU ARE READING
Fᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ Tᴏ Bᴇ Tʜᴇ Vɪʟʟᴀɪɴ
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