4 Chapter Two: The Kidnapping

Almost a year has passed since I regained my(?) past memories. To be completely truthful, I wasn't sure if the memories were of a past life of mine. However, I can tell you for sure that they were real memories of somebody.

There was no way I could have made up such intensive details as were in those memories. An entire planet, new races, geography, background, all of it seemed so unique. Definitely not something an eleven-year-old kid could make up. Apart from that, there was also no way a simple dream would induce such feeling and strangeness. I had slept for an entire week with no apparent problem keeping me that way. And the emotions were so intense that I still can't seem to totally get rid of them despite how long ago it was. An instinctual fear and distrust was implanted in me of pills and people alike. My fear of my mother had never been stronger. I had been changed by this experience, that much was certain.

By now, I had 'completely' grown out of my girly phase. That is to say, I could no longer continue it because we would soon be debuting as nobles.

In this world, nobles would debut to the society at the young age of 12. In the year following their debut, they would attend a noble school. Their marriage partners would also usually be chosen at this time. I personally felt very uncomfortable about having my future spouse chosen, but I'll get into that later.

At this point, us fooling around could bring about serious repercussions. Melody... didn't seem to get that too well. I'm honestly not sure how we were able to convince her to act her part that day. But despite a few willful actions, the debut went without a hitch.

Nothing huge happened, but I had a strange feeling the entire time. The whole situation felt quite... familiar. I had been getting this feeling a lot recently, but never to this extent. By the end of the night, I felt hot and stuffy. Sometimes I wish I could act like my little brother.

Oh yeah, I don't think I mentioned it before. My little brother's name is Charles. He's mute. Well, kinda mute. He doesn't talk to anyone unless he finds it extremely necessary. I can proudly say that I'm the only one in my family that he has spoken to. It was the time he found out that I wasn't actually Melody, and that I was male.

At that time, he had said quietly, "...That's disgusting."

Not the best thing to hear, but at least he spoke. It wasn't the first time I'd heard such things and certainly wouldn't be the last.

Since then, none of us have ever heard his voice. I don't know why everyone finds it so strange. Well, it's more like I don't get why I find it so normal. I think I would have found it strange if he did speak. I don't know why though. Hah, I guess I'm just weird.

As I went to bed, I couldn't shake an odd feeling in my heart. It was as if it was telling me not to go to sleep, that something was going to happen soon. If only I had listened.

That night, my sister was kidnapped.

.....

Melody's room was situated directly to the right of mine. That's why I woke up when it happened. I don't know what happened to her guards and mine, but they weren't there to stop it.

I was a very light sleeper. In addition to this, the walls were very thin. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a struggle coming from her room.

Startled by the sounds of glass breaking, I quickly came to the small door on the side of my room that connected it to hers. I burst through the door to find Melody unconscious and being taken out the window.

Time seemed to freeze for a second as the kidnapper met my eyes.

Then they were gone.

I stood there for a minute without moving. I finally realized it. I couldn't believe how dumb I was not to see it before. For an entire year, I had this knowledge, yet I was so stupid that I hadn't even noticed. If I had only known earlier. If I had only remembered the book earlier then...

'Then what?' I asked my self.

What could I have done to prevent everything? Did I even want to prevent everything? I shouldn't, right? If I changed things, then the future would just get messed up. I had read enough novels to know that. If I had meddled with the plot, something would have changed for the worse. That's how it always is.

My head hurt just thinking about it.

I was in a story. One that I(?) had read in my(?) previous life.

Though I still wasn't sure whether the memories were my own, I at least had been able to see and feel that person read this book. That's all that matters.

I couldn't remember all of the details of the book, anyone who says that they could remember perfectly a story they had read once is a liar, but I remember the just of it. And one thing was certain. It wasn't exactly a story with a happy ending.