Adonis

Chapter 8 - There's something wrong

Thanatos did something out of the ordinary. I never imagined that every time I hear that phrase I gain new memories. So if I hear it again, will I remember more?

All of this is very confusing to me now. While I thought this whole time that I had died 15 times, now I doubt if that is actually the truth. Finally calmer, I start to think about what exactly was that strange feeling in my chest.

Could there be one, or more, deaths that I don't remember? And can I count on Thanatos in this? Probably not.

There must be a reason why I feel all that when I look into his eyes. It's my body trying to tell me that I CANNOT get close to him.

But who can I trust?

No one. Meilì and Isis preferred to believe in ridiculous and baseless rumors rather than me, Thanatos is too mysterious for me to trust him, my parents are not here. There is no one. I can't even trust my own memories. Maybe I can only trust Emma, ​​who is like a mother to me.

Shit, if only I could get my memories back. It's better not to risk it. I can't trust anyone else.

And there I stayed for the rest of the day, trying to remember something, reliving the few memories I had to see if anything made sense, if I could find some unnoticed detail. In the end, it was useless, the little I managed to do only reinforced what I already imagined: I can't trust anyone. But what now? What should I do? If only I knew a way to communicate with my future self, if I could warn my other selves, I could kill myself now and reset everything.

But would it make a difference?

To begin with, what's up with Thanatos? What exactly is my connection with him? Why does my body want to avoid him so much? Yes. It's obvious how little information I have. I have to find a way to figure all this out and turn the tables once and for all.

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"What did you do wrong?"

Once again I found myself in that dimly lit room. The figures sitting on the ridiculously high chairs, looking at me there, in the center, tiny and completely vulnerable:

"I... don't know."

"How can you not know? What did you do wrong?"

"If you had done everything as we said, none of this would have happened."

You are cowards. If you know so well how to get rid of that girl, why don't you do it?

I'm tired of being their puppet:

"There's something wrong with the girl."

"Huh? There can't be anything different. We followed as The Seer said. You must have done something different."

"I didn't. She's the variable here. She's the one to blame."

"Then just go on with the plan, idiot. Why isn't she dead yet?"

Have you seen the monster she is? No... before I could even use her innocence to my advantage, but now... there's something wrong with her:

"Like I said. There's something different."

"Let the boy speak. Come on, tell me, if there really is something different."

"If there isn't, I'll kill you and her."

If they really wanted to, they would have done it already. They know I'm still important:

"She... approaches me naturally."