Chapter 7

Flash back of Haruna Kishimoto

When I was 3 years old, I had already understand so many things, my parents and brother were amazed by my talent. I was too smart for a kid that young.

When I became 8 years old. I had already completed my studies, I had been able to skip grades and finished my university studies as well. I was known as a prodigy.

But everything was not really good in my life, people around me, envies, hates and be fake to me all the time. Wherever I went, people look at me like that or they have super high expectations on me, which just pressures me a lot.

The only thing I was happy about was my family, they are truly loving and caring. My family told me not to care what other people says about me, and just to be happy. I followed their words.

One day, I saw my elder brother who is 4 years older than me watching an anime. It was Fairy Tail, not fairy tales. It was new to me, the characters there, were too eye catching, it raise up my spirits. That was how I started to become an otaku. I watched/read/played all kinds of thing related to anime. I was too addicted to it.

When my brother was 17 years old, he declared to us that he wants to become an idol/actor. We were all very supportive of his decision, since he is so damn good looking. My brother became a renowned artists in the entertainment industry.

As his sister, many people has high expectations on me. Honestly it just puts more pressure on my shoulders. It's not like I had never tried out any occupation. 

After I had completed my studies, I followed my mom and learned medical skills, I easily master it all, then I became bored of it, so I followed my dad, everything about science was very interesting, but then I soon found it boring after I knew the concepts, as I kept on trying to find that one thing.

I died by a freaking truck. Like WHAT? AND REINCARNATED IN THIS OTOME GAME: You're my love.

Flash back of Lily Vean

From the day I was born and as I grew older day by day, I could never see my dad or mom.

I heard from my maids that they are madly in love with each other. But I soon found out that they were telling lies to me, they felt sorry for me. I was always expecting to have a loving and caring family just like any other kids my age because whenever I go out, I see kids with their parents. They were so happy together. I was very envious of them.

One day I met a kid, I can't remember his face well. He was heavily injured, I was very worried for him, so I took him home, he seemed to be crying and scared of something, I don't know what he was afraid of so I hugged him and pat him on his head and whisper to him

"Don't worry, you are now safe and sound, everything will be fine'

and looked after him until he was awake. He blushed when he saw me, his hair/bangs had covered his face, I asked him for his name.

"Hello, my name is lucif." The boy replied.

I also introduced myself to him. And after a while, someone came in to pick him up.

I first met my parents when I was 5 years old. They are so damn beautiful. My dad has red hair with red eyes and my mom has black hair with blue eyes. But soon they began to fight. They had put on scary expressions. I did not know what to do.....I panicked..... I told them MOM AND DAD DON'T FIGHT!!!!!!

They SLAPPED ME and shouted/cursed at me.

"DON'T CALL ME YOUR DAD!"said dad

"DON'T CALL ME YOUR MOM!"said mom

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT US!" Said both of them

And they continued to argue with each other. That day I realized that my mom and dad hated me.

My dream and yearning of having loving parents turned into a nightmare.

I got tortured everyday mentally and physically. They never forget to hit me and beat me up each day, they also never forgot to curse at me as well. They used magic to torture me, my dad burnt my hair, skin, clothes and my mom used ice to torture me, she tore my clothes, tear my skin off and freezes me, the combination of fire and ice.

Just when I thought that I no longer have to bear the heat, I felt cold, and then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold,then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold, then heat, then cold,

This cycle repeated again and again. That's one of the reasons why I'm afraid of magic.

One day, while I was hiding from my parents, I was under the table, and then I heard my parents voice and my grandma Verena's voice, they were talking about me and how they were forced into this loveless marriage. I found out why my parents hates me that day.

I cried silently.......

........In........      ....  .....  .my.......... ........heart ............... ............... ............... ............... ...............

No one is going to love me.

To be continued...