II - “Me”

A dream perhaps? No, it was too vivid to be called one. I suppose that was one of 'my' memories ..and, because of the sudden flashback, I discovered that the body I'm currently in is most definitely my childhood bestfriend's.

But there's one thing that bothers me.

If my memory doesn't fail me, I know for one that Naia Died from a lung disease when we were little. we were the same age, and although our time together was quite short, we were inseparable, like sisters.

So, how am i supposed to understand this situation?

Right now, this body is probably around seven, I met Naia when i was six. So we probably know eachother by now, right?

But I am 'Eleanor'.

I have too many questions, pondering each and one of them, I was so deep in thought that i hadn't noticed the doctor greeting me.

"ehm, Naia?" He tapped my shoulder and smiled at me.

"ah, yes..hello." I answered reluctantly.

"How are you feeling? It must've been pretty painful."

I quickly became quiet, To be precise, i was not able to voice a word because i was too occupied.

Come to think of it, He must be the family doctor. He should already know about Naia's disease too. And, those people probably called the doctor in after i rolled down the stairs.

"So, im doing well right, doc?" He should know what i mean, He must. As i need to be sure of one thing.

"Quite surprisingly, You're getting better."

After saying that, he looked at me with a wide grin.

"?" getting better? From my memories, starting this spring, Naia wasn't able to meet up with me anymore as she was suffering from the pain. It's not that i don't want to get better, it's that; this wasn't what happened before.

"is everything alright? you don't seem too happy." oh, i wonder what expression i had earlier. "Ah well, I am really surprised..isn't this good news?" —it truly was. I would never know what would happen if this body were to die, and now that I'm basically living as her, it's about time i start treating it as my own now.

Naia had 2 brothers, and both of them were in the Academy. When misfortune took her life, they weren't able to be by her side. what more, when she was still in her death bed?

Then a thought crossed my mind,

'Is the body getting better as an effect of the possession?'—That must be it, although i can't explain it at all. Instead of gaining answers to my questions, I ended up with more. "what a headache."

I laid down and continued to stare at the chiseled ceiling, like admiring a work of art.

'I wonder if they found my body...'

The silhouette, it was definitely a female figure. I have too many foes to just suspect just one. why do i have so many?

I am engaged to this person, either he was the candle of my despair or he was the stroke of luck in my life. i chose the latter to believe in, but what it gave me in return was none other than de​mor​al​i​za​tion.

All of my actions were misunderstood, To the point it wasn't a coincidence anymore.

I was lonely, ostracized as an enemy of the people. Finally, I took on the role and accepted my fate of being a person to be blamed by the people. My intent was nowhere near a saint's when i had finally surrendered to the accusations, It was like the entire world turned against me. 'It wasn't me'-even if i tried so hard to deny all the crimes i did not commit—noone would believe me. I was unable to object, because of the society that we live with today; only believes in one's perspective and never the other.

I was the victim. Yet everyone presumed otherwise.

I managed to push through, but at what cost?

"All this, because i loved him?

He knew of my situation, He knew everything was false.

I was being condemned for the sins i did not commit.

You knew i was innocent, Yet why did you turn a blind eye to everything?

I resent you.

I must resent you for being the harbinger of my despair.

I will use my entire life to hate you,—you took away my very hope and used it against me.

My world was crushed because of you.

You, who is loved by all, is hated by one."

However,

'Now,

I have returned, from pits of hell you once put me in.

I swear on my life, that i will impose you through the same pain you brought forth to me.'