I am in a cradle. It sways gently back and forth. My field of vision, dim. Peeping out at my mother's face. Above her head, a mobile spins fitfully, playing a music box tune. 

The Asian woman with long dark hair and brown eyes said

“He's beautiful”

The Caucasian man with long blonde hair and blue eyes then said

“Let's name him Kritanta”

The woman nodded and from them on that was who I was known as.

In an instant, one year old, two years old, three years old…the memories of those times reappear before me very vividly. Me crawling. Walking on unsteady legs. Trying so hard to say words that I remembered. I couldn't talk very well. 

"Ma…ma…" 

Her words to me also come back to me like this. 

"Tomorrow you have a piano lesson." 

"Practice!" 

Bright, sunny days. Sweat sliding along the piano keyboard… 

Along the axis of time, these events are truly just several seconds long. Between them, a few very long (enormous] memories ran around my head with ferocious speed. Every moment of these memories that I lived till then become vivid images and begin to spin like a revolving lantern. 

After I died I became able to see many things. All boundaries were broken. My eyes were opened, I became able to see things that before I could not see. I couldn't distinguish between people who were living and people who were not. 

When I talked to the people who were not living, it must have been bizarre watching me from the outside. My parents were of course surprised. 

"Who are you talking to?" 

"Uncle." 

"Where is Uncle?" 

As they said that, they would laugh. 

Perhaps they laughed and ignored it. But didn't they ignore it because their hearts were afraid to face me? 

This began happening with more and more frequency, and I became thought of as very mentally strange. People talked about me, and I became uncertain of the meaning of my existence. Because I could see both living people and dead people, I didn't understand what life itself meant. 

This continued, and when I was ten years old, I suddenly collapsed. I had a violent pain in my stomach and intestines, I couldn't move. 

After I was taken to the town healer, that looked untrustworthy My parents and I were told that the cause was unknown. They told us that I probably had some sort of mental illness that triggered it.

So I was suddenly isolated. Isolated, in confinement, thrown into a dark silent room that was more a prison. I was most likely thrown into a room because I was so young. 

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Being ten years old, that's what I thought. All of them were in a cage, and were likely to go down the corridor at any time. 

Down the corridor, in another sick cell, were children who were probably going to die. I often knew when that would happen. 

Talking with those children, I would then feel, "That child is going to die tomorrow." 

The next morning, I would hear the healer assistants' feet go pattering down the hallway. Then I knew that one of my friends had died. 

Those were hard days. I couldn't stand it. Just when I made a friend, they would be dead the next day. And that was something only I knew. It was hell. 

Being in a place like that, I grew very strange. But because I was not mentally strong, they could use the excuse that I was still unstable to not give me a quick release and deceive my parents

Why didn't they release me? Because I wasn't normal? That old man was interested in my ability to see the dead. 

They started to inject me with all kinds of things that messed with my body the injections even made me stronger faster smarter the down side was I developed a weak heart which would stop working anytime I overworked myself.

I thought incredibly hard about that terrifying experience. I couldn't escape. I had to do something to get out of there. So I continued to think. 

I began to watch my senior healer. When I imitated him exactly, I was observed to be "normal." This went on for about ten days or so. Suddenly, they told me, "You can go home." 

Why you may wonder simple they had no choice since I was stable if my parents saw me like I'm now they would be in big trouble trying to explain themselves.

I didn't change at all. My mistake nothing inside of me changed… 

To the adults who said "I told you so," I had only a feeling of deep distrust. 

But I didn't want to ever go back to that dark prison like place. 

So, from then on, I continued to copy the people who my parents and other adults said were correct. 

All the while, I held on to the thought of "What on earth am I?"

(Hoped you guys enjoyed this double release next chapter the story will be picking up also do you guys like my new style of writing or should I stay with the old one? Leave your opinions below)

Characters

Reincarnated MC look http://i.imgur.com/RmuoLFR.jpg

 The healer Kervorkian http://i.imgur.com/tJfok6u.jpg