I had never felt this kind of pain before, I felt that with the slightest movement my head would explode into a thousand pieces. This torture was on a completely different level than being shot by many weapons and being run over by a truck at full speed. New unfamiliar memories suddenly emerged in my mind like a river.
These began to appear one after another and join with the ones I already had. Pictures, names, faces, places, everything was being firmly etched in my mind. The human brain was very limited, and joining memories of a dozen years was suddenly hell.
And more if it was the memories of a lifetime, which were more detailed. Some more than others. He didn't want this to continue, but he was being forced and he couldn't stop it. He could only endure all this suffering until it was over. Due to the pain that my head suffered, I could not even feel the kicks and blows that the obese man was throwing at me. Nor the desperate cries of the woman and the girl in his arms.
Everything in my head was just pain and pain, I couldn't rest even for a second. I even thought I would die if this continued. After thirty minutes of a relaxing "massage", the pain began to slowly fade, but it was still there. I refrained from moving my body as this added more pain.
Regaining my reasoning a bit, and recognizing that my mind was already a little calmer, I investigated my surroundings a bit. The first thing I could see was dirt, the whole place was dirty and it released a foul smell in my nostrils. Even if it was the first time he breathed in this smell, for some reason he felt as if he was used to it.
Then something suddenly ignited in my mind.
Harry Brown, I thought in my mind. It was my lifelong name, but for some reason it felt a little strange, like it wasn't really me. Lost in my train of thought, I heard a voice near me.
"You better not try my patience again, you fucking brat." Lifting my head, I could see the obese man from earlier looking at me with disdain. Although I never met the talking pig or have seen him somewhere, this man was familiar to me in one way or another. Regardless of that, my pride as a criminal that I have been developing for quite some time, did not allow me to let those insults pass.
Furious, I tried to get up to face the man and show him his place. But then, I lost the strength in my legs and fell to my knees to the floor. Along with another stream of pain throughout my body, but compared to what I'd felt minutes before, this one was on a smaller scale. But that didn't mean he wasn't in pain.
Surprised by this, I took a close look at my body only to be shocked and open-mouthed. Whose body is this? It was what I thought when looking at my pale skin, flat abdomen to the point of almost seeing my ribs and my thin arms that looked like those of a child with severe malnutrition.
My limbs were so fragile and thin that if I poked them with a blunt knife, it would pass without a problem. I touched my whole body and then took my thoughts for granted. This was not my beautiful muscular body.
I couldn't help but panic, thousands of possibilities flashed through my mind about what had happened. Just to give a single result.
"Reincarnated ..." It was the only thought in my mind in this strange situation, and the most accurate. Almost 99%. I quickly forgot the panic from before and a small smile appeared on my face. On the one hand, it was good that I was reincarnated after living through that hell in my past life. But on the other hand, I felt sad and afraid.
Fear, for not knowing what would happen to me in the approximate future. After all, my current situation was not the best, I was seriously injured and malnourished. And, on the other hand, sad to know that the body in which he reincarnated was that of a child, and one that was barely 10 years old.
This fact made me angry at extreme levels, a child of such a young age died tragically and with many injuries on his body. Between thoughts, I was again interrupted by the voice of the talking pig.
"Hmph! You can't even get up, garbage. " The man spoke with disdain. Then, he turned around and tightly grasped the arm of the woman on the floor. Followed by dragging her across the floor in the direction of what appeared to be a bathroom. With his other hand, he began to undo the belt of her pants. He didn't care for a second about the innocent girl who lay in the woman's arms.
This situation made the blood in my body boil with anger. I could see how the woman did not take importance of this and he whispered something to the girl in her arms and then released her so that she was free of her. The girl did not hesitate for a second and she ran towards me.
When the girl stopped next to me, she looked at me with pity on her face. Then, I heard her say with a torn voice: "H-brother ..."
* BOOM *
The moment I heard those words, all the memories that had previously emerged in my head, reappeared. But this time, no pain. For some reason I felt as if all those memories have been with me since the day I was born.
Now I understood where I was, who was this man, the woman, the girl and ... who I was. Rather, my new me. I watched the girl crying loudly next to me. Long black hair, green eyes like a deep forest, pointed nose and thin lips. She looked very pretty, although she showed some malnutrition just like my body.
Putting her beauty aside, I made an effort not to look hurt and gently stroked her tender head. "Easy little sister, let's eat a delicious meal and wait for our mother."
When I mentioned those words I felt weird at first, as I never had a person to call "mom" in my life, well, my old life. But that feeling quickly disappeared after seeing my new sister's condition. Also, it wasn't long before she became much more natural.
My sister nodded her head and started walking towards the dining room. Next to her was me, who was holding her so she wouldn't fall. As she walked with my sister, we began to hear the screams and heavy breathing from where the man and the woman entered.
"Damn it ..." My eyes were completely red from the anger I was feeling right now, I never felt so helpless in my past life.
***
Since then, I have been able to discover many things about my current situation. Some more surprising than others.
I stopped looking at the city from the window and walked in the direction of the dining room where my tender sister, who was already twelve years old at this point, was waiting for me. One of the things that I discovered during these six years is that the body in which I reincarnated was that of a child with the same name from my old life.
The family consisted of four members, two parents and two children. Researching the memories of this body, I was able to find the names of the people. The drunk man who came out a few moments ago was called Mike, my father. The woman who was raped a few minutes ago was Ellen, my mother. And last but not least, my little sister named Hera.
Investigating my new memories further, I was able to come up with some important facts. Apparently, this family had suffered domestic violence for many years from the father. Even before old Harry was born.
Harry's mother is a woman who was able to give her children some food and a home. Although the current conditions were not the best; because Harry's father took most of the money. His two children could be educated in a public school.
On many occasions, Harry's mother tried to take her two children secretly from her father, but he always managed to find them in one way or another. And as punishment, she left them without food for days. In the current Harry's opinion, she was one of the worst people out there.
As the memories and emotions of both Harry coalesced, the current Harry felt the same as the old. He extreme hatred towards his father. Family relationships aside, what surprised me the most about my new life is the planet we inhabit.
When I got to the dining room, I sat in one of the chairs at the table and waited for my mother who had not yet come out of the bathroom. On the other side of the table, my sister was staring into the air, even though I was in front of her.
I didn't want to interrupt her because for a girl her age who suffered all this, it was really difficult. It was a shame that the old Harry couldn't take it anymore and he ended up passing away.