Retrace

Chapter Two

Forgetting one’s name is like forgetting your own self.

Remember your name. Never forget: Keishi Dyseige.

Maybe it’s a bit hopeless now that I would think of it. Eri said that it happened many times before, but me falling off a cliff is a first. She even added that she’s getting fed up by shoving me my own details about myself. I wrote them down as Eri spoke, but even that, Eri said that I always burn them up later. I would even say that I wouldn’t forget it anymore.

It’s not being forgetful. It’s something much deeper than that.

While Eri briefed me about myself, I tried to listen to her. She sounded a bit tired when she spoke, but I could hear hope in her voice. I know she wants me to remember what she’s saying and not forget them the next day.

In my mind, something’s just keeping me from listening to Eri actively.

Keishi, listen to her.

Listen to Eri? Of course, after I figure something out.

“Keishi, are you listening?” Eri said, raising her voice.

I looked up at her. Eri just finished changing my bandages. I nodded quietly.

“It doesn’t seem like it though,” Eri said. “You’ve been spacing out ever since I started talking.”

I smiled. “I’ve been listening, Eri.”

She crossed her arms. “Let’s hear it then.”

I’ve just been passively listening, but I’ve caught some info. I pursed my lips before starting. “My name’s Keishi Dyseige. I live in the southernmost tip of Danior, in a small village of Grubenvale Trail. I’m fourteen . . .  and I live with a disgusting man who calls himself Gil.”

Eri looked at me wide-eyed. “I’ve never told you about your father yet.”

Right after she said that, I felt something different. That again. It’s this feeling about my father that drives me mad. But, I never said anything about my father, at least, not yet.

“Did I say anything about my father?”

“Yes you did!” Eri slapped me lightly across my cheek. “Gildoras Dyseige is your father right?”

I furrowed my brows. Gildoras Dyseige is that disgusting man who treats me like a kid. He was never my father. He is . . .

“What are you talking about, Eri?” I blurted out.

Eri stopped. Suddenly, she screamed at me, “Idiot!”

Then I heard laughing outside the door. It’s a voice I remember very well. “Eri, there’s someone looking for you outside. You should see it immediately.”

Yes, it’s Gil.

Eri glanced at me before leaving the room. Gil came in after she ran for the door.

Gil looks exactly as I remember him. He’s a tall guy with a clean-shaven face. Dark hair, bright green eyes, slightly tanned skin and that silly, annoying smirk on his face. He has a small muscular build and he always wears his collared shirt in a very unattractive way. He would always leave two or three buttons out that it shows a part of his chest. Women find that attractive, but I could just puke.

I put on a sour face as he smiled slightly. He’s just unbelievable. If I could, I would pull his smile off his face and button his shirt completely that it would choke him.

“How are you feeling now?” Gil asked, his voice sweet. He sat down on the bed. “Eri told me you’re feeling better.”

I rolled my eyes. “No, I’m feeling sour.”