Chapter 61: The Truth
"Home sweet home!~" Once we made it back to Lisa's place, she immediately went over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine before pouring it into a glass. "Time to celebrate!"
"..." Charlotte however isn't in the best mood. Even during our drive back, she remained silent. It must be what the man in glasses was saying...
"Char-"
"Shiro. Come with me for a bit." She cuts me off before I could ask.
We end up leaving Lisa to herself as we make our way back up to our room. Charlotte then proceeds to take off my mask, all while remaining silent. I watch as she puts the mask on top of the bedside table before she ends up sitting down on the bed. I end up sitting down next to her, waiting for what she has to say.
"...I'm sorry." That's what the first words she said to me after some silence. But I don't understand what she's sorry for.
"You did nothing wrong."
"No, I did. I hid your past from you. I should've told you a lot sooner... And I especially didn't want you to learn about it from anyone else..." She says all this while looking down at her hands, not wanting to face me for even a second.
I already got the feeling that it was because of what the man said about my past; my parents. But I'm sure Charlotte had a good reason to hide it from me. But regardless of the reason, it still doesn't change how I feel.
"I don't think you need to be sorry for that, Charlotte."
"No, I do. This whole time, you thought your parents were still out there. I let you feed off of that false hope... I wanted to tell you, but I found it difficult after seeing how happy you've been..." Her voice almost sounds painful as her sentences start breaking up. There's no tears in her eyes, but I can tell that she's hurting... I hate it.
"And I'm saying that I don't care about that."
"Eh?"
"My parents. So what if they died? I don't remember them anyways."
"..." Charlotte falls silent at my words while turning to face me, only that lasted for just a few moments before she cast her eyes back down.
"Shiro. Aren't you curious how your parents died?" She then speaks in a tone that's much deeper than before.
"N-not really..." I was a bit hesitant, but I decide it's better if I don't know. My life with Charlotte is all I care about right now. Why would I care about my parents that left me in a place like that?
"Then are you curious why you were put in that facility? That white room?" Her next words however sent a chill down my spine.
I've always wondered why I was there, but after many years had passed, I grew to just accept it, accepting that was my life. But now that I've experienced what life is like with Charlotte, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't curious to how I ended up there in the first place.
"Yes." So I give a reply, seeking answers from Charlotte.
"Well, the truth is... You were brought into that facility soon after you were born." I was brought there?
"By my parents?"
"No. Your parents died immediately after your birth. You were taken in by us soon after." What is she saying? My parents died when I was born? Wait, don't tell me...
"...I killed them."
"...Yes." I'm not surprised... I've killed people before, back in the white room. Of course I'd be a monster that would kill their own parents.
"And that's why I was put in the white room? Because I killed them?"
"You killed many others as well. People wondering what was happening next door, authorities. It was a bloodbath..." She says while balling up her hands. "They were lucky to have finally contained you."
Not only did I kill my parents, but many others as well? I guess that does explain why I was brought to the white room, to live a life like that.
"Why didn't they kill me?" I end up asking the question, thinking it's the only logical thing, especially after learning from when Charlotte and I was doing those jobs. People who are bad are punished, even killed sometimes... So why wasn't I killed?
"That's the thing. They tried, but nothing they did worked. Even the strongest acids couldn't break down your skin faster than you could heal." I don't even remember that happening. Acid? "It was by accident that they discovered how quickly you regenerated your limbs. Thinking that you could be useful as a research project, they no longer tried to kill you, but instead wanted to learn more about you."
"So that's why they'd always cut off my limbs..."
"Yes."
I see...
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