Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment (Book 1: Completed)

16: Embracing the Bonds of Sisterhood

Nisha's Point of View

As I grappled with the fragments of my memories and the weight of the past that eluded me, I couldn't help but wonder how I appeared when I was younger. Did I have moments of joy and laughter? I longed to remember those times, but they remained elusive, hidden within the depths of my faded memories.

Shawn's words echoed in my mind, reminding me of my fear of dead bodies. It was a fear I couldn't confront, and it felt like I was handcuffed, unable to escape from the haunting memories I wished to recall. My father's face remained fuzzy in my dreams, and I couldn't recognize him, despite having a father figure in my life.

In the midst of my thoughts, a false cough caught my attention, and I turned to see the girl I had saved earlier. Without hesitation, I gently tugged her in the direction we were heading, bringing her into the room where I had been staying. Since waking up after passing out, I was disoriented about our whereabouts. I hadn't seen Shawn since then, and I realized I no longer had a roommate. This girl's presence was a new addition to my surroundings, and I felt a sense of responsibility to keep an eye on her.

However, the girl's anger towards me added to the complexity of the situation. I grappled with conflicting emotions, unsure how to treat her or whether I should consider her as a sister figure. The turmoil of my own unresolved memories intertwined with the present, making it difficult to navigate these new dynamics.

As I struggled with my own internal battles, I knew that understanding the truth about my past and the connection to the current events was crucial. Only then could I hope to find the answers I sought and make sense of the complicated web of relationships surrounding me.

As she inquired about my well-being, her voice softened compared to our previous encounters. She sat close to where I was lying, and I could sense there was something she wanted to discuss, something that had been troubling her.

"I'm okay. I woke up, and there was no one here," I replied slowly, carefully choosing my words. I could feel her gaze on me, and it made me wonder why she seemed upset with me.

"You're very lucky," she murmured, causing me to shift my gaze to her. Her statement puzzled me. What did she mean by saying I'm lucky? Did she have no idea about the hardships I faced with my father? The mention of Daddy Truce's family-his child and wife-reminded me of a distant memory, but I had never seen them, and I didn't understand why. My father always kept me separated, as if I were a danger to anyone around me.

The complexity of my past and the web of relationships around me seemed like a puzzle that was difficult to solve. I wanted to understand the truth, to uncover the secrets buried in my memories, but it felt like an uphill battle.

As I looked at the girl who was once angry with me, I realized that perhaps there was more to her emotions than I initially thought. Perhaps she, too, was burdened by her own struggles and pains, just like me.

In my room, I felt at home and in control, but my training room was another matter. The room was pitch black with no windows, yet it was large. When Dad was absent, the door remained shut, and as his adopted daughter, I couldn't disobey him. I knew I wasn't his biological daughter, and at this moment, his genuine daughter stood before me.

"Hey," she greeted me, and I blinked twice to ground myself in the present moment. I let out a sigh, feeling the weight of my emotions and the turmoil inside me. This terrible feeling seemed to consume me, leaving me feeling disconnected from myself.

"Are you okay?" she asked, and I simply nodded in response.

"What do you mean when you say I'm fortunate?" I steered the conversation to her previous statement. I was genuinely curious about her perspective. How could she see me as lucky when I struggled to feel anything positive? I heard her take a deep breath, as if trying to find the right words.