Reincarnated Into A RPG as the most hated party member

My New Family

"My Lord, you shouldn't enter yet..!" Whoever spoke woke me from my slumber. The door banged open and a dark haired man entered.

I was glad that my saviour still held me in her embrace because now I could see the whole room. I could tell I wasn't in the modern day which meant no electric resulting in no video games. I'm doomed. However, on the bright side, I have never before seen such riches, concluding I must be royalty. Now that I think about it, the man that entered was called "My Lord" and not "Your Majesty." Rats I really wanted to be a princess, but a noble will do me just as good. I mean in my past life, I was a nurse I never earned more than I needed to live on.

The lord that entered was out of breath and all I could see in his blue eyes was love. His face being easy to read as he observed the scene before him, he couldn't help but find it cute. He rushed over to the women and his hand gently caressed her head. "You've done so well my wife, I apologise for being so late, I never expected the journey back would take a week"

The woman grinned "you have always been late to things my dear, but you don't need to worry. Let me introduce you to someone I know you've been dying to meet. She's our perfect healthy daughter"

"A daughter... Thank you so much." He tears up, and kisses my mother cheeks twice. I'm sure she is blushing. At least from this display of affection, I have learned who my parents are. They truly love one another, seeing true love showed me how blinded I was with that bastard.

My belly rumbled and it started to hurt and I couldn't control the need to cry out. I felt embarrassed that I had ruined such a beautiful scene. My father declared in Such a clear and refreshing voice. "I have a name for her. It's Sophelia" Actually father its Jessica but I couldn't correct him

"It's perfect now its time I feed little Sophelia" I mean I couldn't argue with my mother, I guess my name is Sophelia now. I could fight it but what the point.

It was once I was left by myself to sleep that I wiggled, everything I could to fight the drowsiness. I needed to remember how I got here, I remember my death and life but I swear there was something I'm forgetting.

"I shall give you a present" A male voice said to me. Is it this life, the present that person gave to me. It must be, perhaps my death, even made the gods feel guilty. I know whoever it was wasn't a human, a god? maybe even a demon? I can't remember what they look like at all.

Another memory came to me, whoever it was liked my singing. I remembered being so scared in the dark that I sang a song to myself to try to keep calm. The song made the man demand "Sing a little more for me and you'll have your reward"

Having a second chance because he wanted to hear me sing is really odd. Though i'm not going to argue with that, because I don't want to be dead just for clarification, before this event I had never sang in front of anyone, I always got too shy. I mean I have always had a little attitude, what am I saying I have never had an attitude anyway but the moment I stepped on a stage I would freeze completely like a statue.

I'm still curious about that man but thinking about it, isn't going to get me anywhere. He gave me life again and now the only thing that is important is how I live it.Before I knew it I was dreaming losing my 68th battle with sleep.