You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 5

Ah.

I see.

You lived like this...

All the mories were of torture and abuse... Torture infringed on her by Paul...

On so, I could hear her begging for rcy... With her own voice. However, it was a childlike voice... She once could talk.

Sigh... I’m crying...

Fortunately, the son of a b*tch had grabbed by the back of my neck and was forcing my face into the water. At the very least, He won’t be aware of my tears and pain.

So water entered my lungs. He lifted my head, I gasped for air and coughed water with difficulty over my hardened expression.

With his other hand, Paul grabbed my face, squeezing it and turning it so he could look at it. Now, his expression was calm, and his eyes looked at with so kind of affection, pity, longing...

’Crazy...’

He stared at for what I thought was an eternity. He leaned his face closer to . Grazing his pointy nose on my cheek like caressing it. He kissed it, pressing his lips with force against my cheek and letting out a long breath from his nose.

Now it was I who froze the body because of his actions.

’Why? How could this happen to you? To ... you... No. It is to now, too.’

I averted my eyes. I can’t afford to look at him. A huge disgust was growing inside .

He slowly distanced his face from mine, but, sadly, not far enough...

I could still feel his breath on my face.

"Marianne. You agreed to go to the Ball. Do you know what that ans?"

"..."

"Other n will know of your existence and your beauty..." — Paul faintly touched my face with his fingertips, trembling. But he still kept squeezing my neck with his other hand, keeping his hold on , and added. — "Now, you might even receive marriage proposals from those pigs... No. I’m sure you will get them..."

"..."

"... It’s already late... Father won’t back down on his decision... So... Marianne... my little sister... My Marianne.." He placed his face under my ear and inhaled deeply. Taking in my scent. Sorrowful...

’Perverted bast*rd.’

I decided to not move and just see what happens. I can’t talk so it’s the best way to go for now.

"It’s all right. I will protect you, Marianne..."

Finally, he let go of my neck. But then, he hugged tightly, as if trying to comfort . ’Hah... my head hurts like hell...’

"Marianne. My cute sister... you are gonna catch a cold... Oh dear... let dry your pretty face..." — Paul started acting worried about my current state. The one produced by him.

"..."

"That’s it! Now you should go and rest so you won’t get sick, Alright?" — Said the man with a beaming smile. Letting leave his d*mn bedroom.

’To think things like this happened to a "nobody" in the novel...’

Dazed by what I had experienced...I arrived at my room unknowingly. With my mind a blank, I entered and sat on the fancy sofa.

’It’s soft.’

I raised my head and I t my face reflecting in the mirror. No expression.

’Heh...Now we are a bit synchronized.’

The tasteless joke made smile slightly.

’Oh...’

My face was lightly smiling too. Our face. Filled with an unknown emotion, my lips parted, letting out my inner thoughts.

"Y..ou.r ...sm..ile i... be..aut..iful.."

A hoarse voice left my lips... it wasn’t loud... not even enough to consider it a whisper.

But I could hear it. Her... Our voice... it was still there... and our smile too.

’...that’s right... we are one now... Marianne...’

I lifted my eyelids to look in the mirror once again. The little smile was still there.

’It’s a pleasure to et you... I’m Elizabeth. I died too... And now I live inside you... hehe... let’s be soul friends!’ — Chuckling inside, I added seriously — ’This part of your soul that’s still in our body... I will protect it and fill it with beautiful happy expressions. So keep up with ...Call Eli... I’ll call you Anne.’

An awkward introduction, but... How touching.

Anne cried to my words. A beautiful tiny smile and a tear as big as a pearl showed her soul. I know for sure she is crying with happiness.

’...So cute! Fufufu~...’

After saying this in my head, I quickly beca serious again.

Now, I’ll have to look more into her life. ’Hmm... I don’t think all of her mories will co to . Let’s give up that option since it’s more troubleso. But. If there are more people like Paul in her life... it won’t take long for them to show in front of ...’

Considering in silence I decided on what to do.

’Okay! In that case, I’ll just wait and see’ — I nodded.

’Great! That part is solved. Huhu~’

My eyes caught a glance of the desk I had yet to register completely.

’I almost forgot! Anne! What do you have hidden in there~?’ — I said while wiggling my fingers stiffly.

But then, I halted. No. Anne did.

’Humph... as if you will stop !’

I forced the body to move. If there’s sothing I like, then, they are secrets or things people don’t want to know about.

’You are naive, Anne.’

I opened the drawer and took out the fake base. There was a letter... And a... oh? Ohoh~?...A JOURNAL!!!!

’Oh! Anne! You are a maiden! Truly an Innocent. Young. Maiden!’ — I said in excitent.

I never had a journal or diary... I acknowledge her effort since I know it isn’t easy to do.

Okay... let’s calm down. I looked in the mirror. No expression again.

’So it’s a one-ti thing?’ — I pouted on the inside.

’Just you wait, later you won’t be able to erase the smiles from your face Anne. That will be my payback.’

Tch. I can only glare at her with my eyes. Doesn’t even look like a glare! It’s like I’m trying to see what’s far away!

Grumbling about my restrictions, I took the letter first. Since it’s faster to read.

[Father]... was written on the envelope.

A realization flashed.

’Oh no... Don’t tell this is what I think it is...’

I let a short sigh out. Frowning inside, I opened the envelope and took out the letter.

[Father.

I am terribly sorry.

Please know that your warm and caring attitude towards always made happy.

I love you.

I am sorry. I will end it all here.

I love you. I love you.

Marianne.]

"..."

The ink was smudged. Dry uneven circles of what I believe were tears... covered a big part of the letter.

’...Is this why you wanted to stop , Anne?’ — I thought... looking at the mirror. No expression.

She didn’t die.

My girl killed herself.