I Reincarnated as the Villainess's Brother, and my Family may Fall to Ruin

Chapter 8: Is This a Joke?

A hazy feeling swept over me and I suddenly woke up. The ceiling and room I was in was full white.

Where am I?

Is this a... hospital room?

Strange... I feel like I was in a long dream...

...

It seems like I survived that accident...

My parents came in, rushing to my bedside, hugging me. My sister stood to the side, I can't really see her expression because my eyes start to well up.

The feeling of being able to express myself as I bawled my eyes out in my parents arms felt like something I haven't been able to do for awhile for some reason.

Either way, I still cried so much. It was from happiness.

Happiness that I survived.

Happiness that I was able to stay with my family.

Happiness that I can repay them for raising me so far, and that I won't cause them the sadness of having their child die before them.

Despite this burst of emotions, I suddenly felt a shock in my head.

Was I forgetting something?

As I put my head up, blinking away the tears, I suddenly see a child in front of me.

A lifeless face, with black hair that had a violet hue. His lifeless deep blue eyes shined like jewels. He was in what seemed to be old European wear.

Weird...

Why does he seem so familiar—

Before I could even finish my thought, my head started throbbing with pain.

I closed my eyes as something flooded into my nerves.

When I opened them again, a familiar horrific scene appeared before me.

My parents were gone, and so was the hospital, I was laying on the side of the road, a truck sat their askew.

The pain that I would remember till the day I die once again flooded throughout my body, hitting me all at once.

Once again, my consciousness faded from vision.

And, when I woke up, it was not on the hospital bed.

It was the familiar ceiling of the guest room in the Eleuthera estate.

As I sat up, tears tickled down my face.

I looked over at the window and I was able to actually see Virgil's face twisted in anguish and despair.

I laugh through my tears in disbelief.

Of all times for my face muscles to be actually useful. You pick the time when I'm crying like a pathetic kid. God, are you really just playing with me here?

The feeling of everything you have wished for being shown to you, and then being taken away in the worst way possible... what is the purpose of this other than to make me more miserable.

I once again have to come to terms with the fact that I will never be able to see my parents again...

I will never be able to go back to my old life...

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In actuality... despite living for 6 years as Virgil, I don't feel like I am actually Virgil either...

This whole world still feels like the world of a game to me. I still feel like I am a player in control of a character, watching everything happen like a long cg.