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They Believed The Fake Comments And Erased Mine Memory
Novelix
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My stepsister Vivian came sobbing to my three older brothers and my fiancé, telling them she could see the Comments. She said the Comments had told her I suffered from persecutory delusional disorder, and that at my eighteenth birthday gala my condition would worsen and I would strangle her to death with my own hands. Even the doctor said Vivian had suffered a shock and was hallucinating. But no one believed I wasn't sick. They think I should be sent to a mental hospital, as Vivian suggested. Julian, my eldest brother, signed the Involuntary Commitment Form on the spot. Ethan, my second brother, called ahead to a private psychiatric facility. Caleb, my third brother, and my fiancé Sebastian Hayes personally dragged me inside as I cried and begged. "It's only a year." "Once Vivian gets through her birthday safely, we'll bring you home." But every time the day came to bring me home, Vivian cried and said the Comments were still there. One year became three. Inside the facility, they forced pills down my throat. Every time I denied being sick, they ordered another round of ECT. By the end, all it took was hearing the name Vivian Lockhart, and I would drop to my knees and confess. Three years later, Vivian finally said the Comments were gone. Only then did my three brothers and Sebastian come to collect me. Then did they finally come to take me home. Sebastian held out his hand. "She's safe now. You're home. It's time we got married." But at the word home, I dropped to my knees and hid my hands behind my back. "I confess." "I wanted to kill Vivian Lockhart." "Please don't shock me anymore." Their eyes filled with tears in an instant. Sebastian's outstretched hand froze in midair, his face drained of color. They all thought Vivian was the one who could see the Comments. But when I lifted my head, a line only I could see was drifting across my vision. 【Life Countdown: 7 Days.】 【When the countdown ends, you may return to your original world.】
Chapters (3)
第1章
My stepsister Vivian came sobbing to my three older brothers and my fiancé, telling them she could see the Comments.
She said the Comments had told her I suffered from persecutory delusional disorder, and that at my eighteenth birthday gala my condition would worsen and I would strangle her to death with my own hands.
Even the doctor said Vivian had suffered a shock and was hallucinating.
But no one believed I wasn't sick.
They think I should be sent to a mental hospital, as Vivian suggested.
Julian, my eldest brother, signed the Involuntary Commitment Form on the spot.
Ethan, my second brother, called ahead to a private psychiatric facility.
Caleb, my third brother, and my fiancé Sebastian Hayes personally dragged me inside as I cried and begged.
"It's only a year."
"Once Vivian gets through her birthday safely, we'll bring you home."
But every time the day came to bring me home, Vivian cried and said the Comments were still there.
One year became three.
Inside the facility, they forced pills down my throat.
Every time I denied being sick, they ordered another round of ECT.
By the end, all it took was hearing the name Vivian Lockhart, and I would drop to my knees and confess.
Three years later, Vivian finally said the Comments were gone.
Only then did my three brothers and Sebastian come to collect me.
Then did they finally come to take me home.
Sebastian held out his hand.
"She's safe now. You're home. It's time we got married."
But at the word home, I dropped to my knees and hid my hands behind my back.
"I confess."
"I wanted to kill Vivian Lockhart."
"Please don't shock me anymore."
They froze in stunned silence.
Sebastian's outstretched hand froze in midair, his face drained of color.
They all thought Vivian was the one who could see the Comments.
But when I lifted my head, a line only I could see was drifting across my vision.
【Life Countdown: 7 Days.】
【When the countdown ends, you may return to your original world.】
***
Vivian couldn't see the Comments at all.
I was the one who could.
This world, to me, was nothing more than a livestream someone was watching.
I didn't belong here.
Seven more days, and I could go back to my real home.
In the car on the way back, Sebastian sat beside me.
Several times he reached for my hand.
The moment his fingertips brushed mine, I pulled my hands behind my back, lowered my head, and waited for him to fasten the restraint straps.
Every treatment at the facility had started exactly that way.
No struggling. No arguing. Never look the doctor in the eye, or they'd turn the current up.
Sebastian looked at the layered scars on my wrists, and his eyes went red.
"Never again."
"No one is ever going to lock you up or hurt you again."
Three years ago, he had said the same thing.
And then he had personally forced me into the transport van.
The car pulled up in front of the Lockhart house.
Julian told me they had renovated the entire ground floor to welcome me home.
But when the door opened, what I saw wasn't a bedroom.
It was a Seclusion Room.
Transparent isolation door. Twenty-four-hour surveillance. A lock that could only be opened from the outside.
A narrow meal slot cut into the wall.
Not a single mirror, pane of glass, or sharp object inside.
Identical to the room where I had lived for three years.
Julian followed my gaze and explained under his breath.
"Vivian only just confirmed the Comments are gone."
"We can't take away all the safety measures at once."
My old bedroom had become Vivian's walk-in closet.
The racks were full of her dresses.
The piano my mother had left me was buried under her unopened gifts.
Caleb said quietly.
"Vivian has had nightmares for three years."
"She can only sleep in your room, where she can be sure you aren't there."
"She's used to it now. Just let her have it."
That evening's welcome dinner, Sebastian had wanted me at the table with everyone else.
I sat down, but I didn't touch the silverware.
At the facility, you only ate after the bell rang.
Reaching early counted as trying to steal food.
Ethan placed a piece of fish on my plate.
"This used to be your favorite."
"You're home now. You don't have to wait. Eat whenever you want."
I was staring at the fish, had just picked up my fork, when footsteps came down the staircase.
Vivian was coming down.
The moment she saw me, the color drained from her face.
"The Comments…"
She clutched her chest, her voice trembling.
"The Comments say Elise is going to poison the soup."
The dining room went silent.
Every dish had been prepared by the household staff.
I hadn't gone near the kitchen since I came home.
Julian knew perfectly well it was impossible. He still set down his silverware.
"If Vivian is afraid, then we check."
Ethan took my plate away and carefully searched my pockets.
"It's a routine check."
"Just cooperate."
Caleb crouched beside me, his eyes rimmed red.
"Vivian only just started getting better."
"Be good one more time. For me?"
In the end, it was Sebastian who guided me into the Seclusion Room.
When we were children, some classmates had once locked me in a supply closet.
He was the one who broke down the door and carried me out, exhausted from crying.
Back then, he had said.
"As long as I'm here, I'll never let anyone lock you away again."
Now, he closed the transparent isolation door himself.
He even bent down to check the lock twice.
"Just a few days."
"When Vivian isn't afraid anymore, I'll let you out."
Through the transparent glass, I watched them go back to the dinner table.
Vivian sat in what used to be my seat.
My three brothers gathered around her, coaxing her not to be afraid.
Sebastian gently rubbed her back.
Vivian, eyes wet, had the staff pass my food through the meal slot.
"Even through the door, Elise is having this family dinner with us."
Everyone praised how kind she was.
When the lights in the Seclusion Room went out, everything went black.
I hugged my knees and curled up quietly in the corner.
The Comments drifted into view again.
【Life Countdown: 6 Days.】
For the first time, I wasn't afraid of being locked in.
It was fine.
Six more days, and I would go home. I would leave this world for good.
第2章
Two days later, Caleb said he wanted to make up for the debutante ball I had missed by three years.
He had a gown sent over, and told me sorrowfully.
"Every birthday you missed in these three years, I'll make it up to you."
But when I arrived at the venue, I saw what was written on the invitations.
【A Celebration for Vivian Lockhart.】
Julian's tone was calm.
"Vivian was tormented by the Comments for three years."
"Now that the Comments are gone, our friends and family want to celebrate her coming of age."
"Your debutante ball fits in perfectly. It's festive, and it clears up any misunderstandings people have about the Lockhart family."
Vivian sat at the center of the head table with Sebastian beside her.
My three brothers took turns serving her food and deflecting toasts.
My seat was in the corner nearest the exit.
No porcelain in front of me. No knife.
Just the plastic bowl and spoon the facility used to prevent patients from hurting anyone.
Julian noticed and offered a mild explanation.
"Our friends don't know yet that you've recovered."
"Better safe than sorry, so everyone can relax."
Once the reception began, a relative asked me where I'd been for the past three years.
Vivian's face went pale. She grabbed Sebastian's sleeve.
"The Comments are back."
"They say the death prophecy won't disappear until Elise publicly admits she was ill, and admits she wanted to kill me."
Julian had someone open the livestream on the Lockhart family's official account.
Ethan set a sedative on the table.
"Don't get worked up."
"Lose control now, and everyone will think you aren't really better."
Caleb handed me a confession Vivian had prepared in advance and coached me through it line by line.
Sebastian personally placed the microphone in front of me.
"Cooperate, get through it, and the past is wiped clean."
"Once you're fully recovered, I'll still marry you."
I lifted my head and looked at Julian.
In high school, someone had spread a rumor that I had cheated on an exam.
He had reviewed every second of school surveillance overnight.
And in front of the entire school he had said.
"No one bears a false name against the Lockhart family."
Now, to clear Vivian's name, he was asking me to destroy my own with my own mouth.
The camera zoomed in on my face. Viewers in the comment section were already pressing for answers.
I held the scripted confession, my fingers trembling badly.
Caleb settled a hand on my shoulder. His touch was gentle, but his fingertips slowly tightened.
"Just like they taught you at the hospital."
"Read it well."
The blinding lights, the cold restraint straps, the sound of electric current, all rushed back into my mind.
I didn't dare hesitate. I opened my mouth to the camera and spoke mechanically.
"I suffer from persecutory delusional disorder."
"I once tried to harm Vivian Lockhart."
"My three brothers committed me to save my life."
"Every treatment over these three years was voluntary."
"Vivian has never lied."
The moment I finished, the comment section flooded with abuse.
Some called me a psychopath who had tried to commit murder.
Some praised Vivian's kindness, saying it was incredible she could forgive the sister who had tried to kill her.
Others said the Lockhart family had already gone above and beyond by taking me back.
Vivian sobbed and threw herself into Sebastian's arms.
"I don't have to be afraid anymore."
My three brothers were surrounded by guests.
Everyone praised them for standing by me for three years, for being so devoted to their ill sister.
Once the livestream ended, Julian had the confession video pinned permanently to the top of the account.
Vivian watched the view count climb, and a faint smile flickered in her eyes.
The next moment, she was clutching Sebastian's sleeve again.
"The Comments say…"
"Elise's confession just now was also an act."
Four faces changed at once.
And the real Comments only I could see slowly drifted into view.
【Life Countdown: 4 Days.】
第3章
Vivian said as long as I still remembered the grudge from three years ago, I would come back and kill her.
The only solution the Comments offered was to make me forget her completely.
That same night, Julian took me back to the facility.
The director read through my treatment history from the past three years and, for the first time, refused.
"She has already received prolonged, excessive treatment."
"Any more high-intensity ECT or pharmacological intervention could cause permanent memory loss and language deterioration."
"In severe cases, she may not even recognize her own family."
Julian was silent for a long time.
In the end, he picked up the pen and signed his name on the High-Risk Treatment Consent Form.
"Memory can come back over time."
"Vivian only has one life."
Ethan, a doctor, knew perfectly well there was no medical indication for treatment, and still signed off in the signed off on the medical recommendation.
Caleb held me, begging through his tears.
"Be good one last time."
"When the treatment is done, I swear I'll take you home."
Only Sebastian didn't agree right away.
He blocked the door to the treatment room, and for the first time his voice carried real anger.
"We've already destroyed three years of her life."
"This can't go on."
I thought that maybe this time, at last, he was going to choose me.
Then Vivian's call came through.
She sobbed into the phone.
"If Elise forgets Sebastian, won't she hate me even more?"
Then she swallowed the sleeping pills she had hidden in advance.
Not a lethal dose. But enough to strip all four of them of any remaining reason.
Sebastian was silent for a long time, then walked over to me.
He slid the ring off my finger.
"Just forget the hatred."
"Even if you forget me, I'll make you fall in love with me all over again."
Then he lifted me himself onto the treatment bed, and the cold restraint straps closed around my wrists and ankles.
Before the treatment began, I handed Ethan the photograph my mother had left me.
"Keep it safe for me."
"Don't lose it."
When the current hit, my body arched violently.
The pain tore through my skull. I wanted to scream stop, but only broken sobs came out of my throat.
Through the glass, I could see my three brothers and Sebastian standing outside.
Caleb was crying with a hand over his mouth.
Ethan turned his face away.
Julian's fists were clenched white.
Sebastian raised his hand several times, as if to shove the treatment room door open.
But messages kept coming from Vivian.
【The Comments are fading.】
【Just hold on a little longer.】
【Elise won't hate me for much longer.】
Not one of them hit the stop button.
When it was over, I woke up in the hospital bed.
Ethan held the photograph in front of me.
"Elise, do you know who this is?"
I stared at the woman in the picture for a long time.
Her smile was very gentle.
I couldn't remember who she was.
In the end, all I could do was shake my head, lost.
Caleb broke down sobbing on the spot.
Sebastian took my hand again.
"What about me?"
"Do you remember me?"
I flinched, pulled my hand back, and hid both behind me.
"Doctor."
"I'll cooperate with the treatment."
His face went white in an instant.
They had wanted me to forget the hatred for Vivian.
What they erased instead was every trace of the fact that I had ever loved them.
Even so, Vivian said the Comments hadn't disappeared entirely.
Julian decided to keep me in for further observation.
When the lights went out in the ward, I lay on the cold bed.
The last day of the countdown appeared before my eyes.
【Life Countdown: 1 Day.】