A New Life In Another World

Chapter 129: Better Off Not Knowing

As soon as everything went black again, I felt a tremendous pressure on me.

It was like I was lifting up a giant boulder on my back. I could barely keep it up without having it crush me under.

And that's when things got even worse. I started to see images like before.

Images of scenes that seemed familiar to me, and I wished that they weren't.

"Useless brat! What good are you?!" A man with black hair like mine smashed a liquor bottle on my head.

I fell to the ground with blood dripping down my face. I tried to get up, but the man then started kicking me in the stomach.

"Damn brat! It's because of you that our lives are shit! You bring nothing but misfortune!"

He kept kicking me as he vented out his frustration.

Why the hell is he doing this? What did I ever do to him to deserve such treatment?

Hang on...isn't he my father?

Now I remember. He is my father.

But, why is he beating me up? Did I do something bad?

I found myself now witnessing the scene before me. Watching as my father beats the hell out of younger me.

I felt this sudden urge to stop it.

"Hey, stop that, dammit!" I rushed over to put an end to it.

Sadly, when I tried to knock out my own father, all that came of it was black smoke appearing.

When the smoke disappeared, I was all alone again. I then found myself in an apartment room.

The entire place was a mess with liquor bottles and cigarettes all over the place. It really smelled too, like rotten mean mixed with ash.

Why am I here? And why does this place feel so familiar?

Is...this the place where I lived before?

I think I remember this place now. This was where I used to live with my parents.

...I don't have any good memories of this place, do I?

Every time I try to remember anything that happened here, I get strong negative emotions that hurt too much to keep digging. I feel like I'm only digging my own grave the more I keep looking into my past.

"Quite a life we live in, huh?" I heard a familiar voice and looked behind me.

It was me, only younger. I think this me was ten years old, maybe a little younger.

He looked all beaten up. His face was bloodied from the bottle smash on his head, and I noticed a lot of...scars on his body.

When he looked up at me, I felt his cold eyes pierce through me. I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

I took a moment to collect my thoughts before I responded.

"I...I can't really say, to be honest," I stuttered.

"Hmm?" Younger me looked at me funny. "Oh, yeah, I guess you wouldn't since you don't even remember your own name, huh?"

Well, at least I don't have to explain myself, huh?

"Well, I guess we should do introductions, huh?" He said with a gloomy smile. "My name, or should I say our name is Damien Crow. Except, I'm your other half."

"Other half?" I asked curiously.

"Well, the you right now remembers nothing from his past. While I remember everything. You could say that you're the positive Damien, while I'm the negative Damien."