You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 465 — The One she once was.

It’s a pain I was the only girl mom had... I grew up with a character to fight my brothers but not others. She always used to say-

"Elizabeth! What were you doing at school this late? Classes ended long ago, a miss shouldn’t get home this late, how many times do I have to tell you? I hope that at the very least you show good manners to your classmates, huh."

... that. That’s exactly what she used to say... heh. She never changed, huh? It was never a "Hello! How was school?" or "Good morning~ are you ready for school? Did you have breakfast?"... but instead it was this kind of talk I received on a daily basis.

"Your brother needs this to be washed, help me in the house now that you deigned to arrive."

"... Alright, mom. Let me leave my stuff in my room and I’ll help."

’Sigh~... I should have started to be more rebellious earlier... not after the kidnapping when I wasn’t patient enough to endure her little care about my depression...’ — I thought while I saw this usual scene again... aware that given the age I was in this memory those gods were showing me, meeting Seth and being kidnapped by him was soon to happen.

"... Elizabeth, I made spaghetti. Would you like some?"

"Oh~ Yeah, thanks, mom."

’... heh... mom’s as dry as always...’ — While looking at her usually annoyed face smiled only for a moment after I replied lively quite lively, she gave my long hair a nice stroke before quickly going back to the usual severity while sighing and sitting next to me, to which I laughed. Knowing it was unfair... yet it was what little she could give of love after having to raise three kids in more poverty than the wealth she would have liked, alone because dad wasn’t there.

"What’s for dinner?!"

"Hey! Get off!! I arrived first!!"

"Trevor! Kevin! Don’t make a fuss as soon as you arrive!!"

’Ugh... these two also never changed... so chaotic.... two idiots...’ — Both, my younger self and my current one looked back at the house’s door disgusted at the useless fight my brothers were having only to cross the door.

"Alright... Hey, give me that Elizabeth. Lately you look fat, I’ll do you a favour."

"...."

"Don’t steal your sister’s food!"

’... Trevor... you prick... I’ll really pull your legs while asleep if I get the chance, f*cking a*shole... you always stole my food, sh*tty dum*a*s...’ — I thought with incredible hate while seeing how disgusting a mock his face made when putting his face on my plate.

"Let him have it... he’s ugly so at least he should find happiness in my leftovers."

"The hell you said?!"

"What!? Wanna go!? I’ll make you a bald adolescent virgin!!!"

"Don’t talk like that to your brother!"

’Heh... that’s a good one, young self. Let me tell you, he does go bald young. Our lovely curses did work, darling.’ — While seeing the chaos that helped a poor reality look livelier, I laughed satisfied to see how common those days were.

Me and Trevor fighting... Kevin staring aloof to be pulled into it at some point... and Mom yelling at us to stop without moving or doing anything about it in reality...

Good ol’ times... yup... when we didn’t really were aware of how miserably we lived... it was good...

"Are you from this neighbourhood?"

Ah... so that’s the next jump this speed run does, huh...

"... No... well... I am now... but I’m not sure where to go since I moved in recently..."

"Where are you going, though? I may be able to tell you where to go."

"... What’s your name?"

"? I’m Elizabeth, I live close. What about yours, mister?"

’... I was too good a child... so good I was who made him aware of my existence...’ — I thought feeling a lost void grow somewhere in me, while this scene was the beginning of my life’s nightmare.

"Mister?? That makes me feel old~... I’m Seth. Call me just that."

"Ah, haha, I didn’t want to be unpolite..."

’I should have.’

"It’s fine, don’t worry."

’... sigh... I shouldn’t have worried but instead made an escape right then and there...’ — Holding my head as I watched myself continue to interact with that psychopath, I felt sick. Knowing too well the memories that would come.

Things escalated fast in these memories... not much different to the reality I experienced as new back then...

"Hey, I see you again."

"Hello! Sorry, I should hurry home!"

"It’s okay, just wanted to say hello."

’... Fifth time in a row...’ — I thought while I now could also see what I didn’t back then. Because in this remembrance those guys in Izeneya allowed, I could see everything... like the face he was making while watching me run in a hurry... to then follow me.

The times we said hi and the insignificant conversations with a friendly neighbour now appeared more concerning while aware of what happened and while learning what I failed to notice at such an age. And every day... first every afternoon... then every morning and evening... we would "casually meet"... and I would laugh politely... until I said a last goodbye to the neighbour I thought was only nice.

"You want to go to University in another city?"

"Yeah... that’s why I’ve been busy studying... Mom can’t pay it so I think if I’m lucky I could get a scholarship... but if it doesn’t happen it doesn’t. I’ll try and see how it goes."

"I see..."

"That’s why I can’t talk much. I have to go home and study although I hate it... trying to make these decisions isn’t easy... honestly, I feel so lazy but... no can do."

"It’s alright, haha. Good luck with that, you can do it, Elizabeth."

"Thanks, Seth~ See ya tomorrow~!"

’...’ — I saw myself rush away, staying with this guy to see how he would act now. Knowing this was the last time I saw him like the good guy he appeared to be... And I saw no creepy smile like usual... he also didn’t follow me soon after... but instead...

"I’ll see you every day. My lovely Elizabeth. It’s alright."

’...’

As if telling it to me, who stood in front of him the memory started to change while I couldn’t help but scowl frustrated at his insane behaviour... and the next morning came. A morning I found truly strange because he didn’t show up at the usual spot... but instead near the garbage site, saying hello while asking my help...

"Sorry, it’s just that I’ve been dragging this on my own and now I need some help to get it in the container..."

"It’s alright, let’s do it fast or I’ll be late, haha~"

Being nice wasn’t that wise at the time.