The Engagement was anullled...as expected.

Chapter 7: Jolie's POV

   My name is Jolie Comenanci.
   I am the sickly youngest child of a family of five.
   I hate it. Why was I born with such a frail body? Why can I not freely walk around without collapsing?
   I cannot live like this. How will I ever become happy like this?
   I would watch in jealousy of my elder sister's ability to walk.
   Was I not more beautiful than her? Was I not more filial and adorable than her? Why was she blessed with the ability to freely move when she only ever sits down to read?
   I envy her. It hurts me so. Why do such evil thoughts appear in my head. Usually, I would prefer going outside in my wheel chair. To enjoy the warmth of the sun. To enjoy the beauty of nature. To experience the activities I never thought I could do with the help of my sister. Why would I ever hurt such a kind person? She is my beloved and gentle sister. Her gentility reflects her appearance. She was a gentle ray of moonlight in the dark nights.
   "Nee-sama, will I ever be able to move freely?"
   That day, I had gotten bedridden with a fever once more. Elveva-nee-sama was diligently taking care of me.
   "Yes." She offered no explanation to console me but the single worded response gave me warmth. She was so awkward yet so kind.
   So why is my head filled with such thoughts? As I fell into a deep sleep, her hand closed on mine, comforting me with silent support.
   I opened my eyes to find myself in a dream state. A world of chains appeared before my eyes.
   When I looked once more, I saw a slender figure bound by chains in midair. It startled me.
   I ran towards the chained figure. My movement had slowly awoken it towards my presence. When the individual's eyes matched mine, I was shocked to find such darkness in her eyes.
   A cruel smile settled on her lips and she laughed with madness.
   "So, you are my newest vessel in this world? How suitable for me to be reincarnated as the beloved sister of my hateful prey."
   The world around me began to tremble as the chains began to break. The individual cackled gleefully and chased me down as I desperately ran.
   However, I was unable to outrun her. The darkness dragged me down, as I lost the ability to move and breathe.
   My spirit began to fade as I silently whispered my last words, "Onee-sama, please...save me..."

   I succumbed to the darkness. I am now the one bound by chains as I weakly watch my body lie and act, hurtfully casting magic, and causing my sister's heart to break.

   That person would often come back to taunt me. I am not strong enough to defeat her.
   I am trapped in this eternal prison by the devil that whispers in my ear the tragedies that play every day. I no longer have tears to shed.
   I wish I was stronger. Maybe that was the only thing that could be agreed between us.
   Our desire for strength.
   To save my sister.
   To destroy my sister.
   Please stop the other me from destroying this world, Nee-sama.