True Thoughts Under Hypnosis

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I was always a whirlwind, a rambunctious spirit who could never sit still.
My family, however, was a portrait of quiet dignity. No one else seemed to appreciate the chaos I thrived on.
The year I turned fifteen, I stayed up all night, meticulously crafting a birthday present for my older brother, Michael.
When he opened it, a kaleidoscope of paper butterflies erupted from the box, startling him. His face immediately darkened.
The next day, I was sent to an etiquette coach.
Michael stood there, his brow furrowed with disapproval.
"Mrs. Keller, my sister's disposition will make her a laughingstock in our circle. I see no other way. I can only entrust her to you to teach her some discipline."
"In return," he added coolly, "the Lucas family will see to it that your daughter is taken care of for the rest of her life."
The next time I saw him was three years later.
Michaels eyes scanned my poised, serene form, and a look of deep satisfaction settled on his face as he prepared to take me home.
But I simply tilted my head, my expression one of innocent confusion.
"I'm sorry, who are you?"

Michael froze for a second, then his expression soured as he reached for me again.
"Stop playing dumb. You don't recognize your own brother?"
"Mom and Dad are back from their world tour tonight. Come home with me; well surprise them."
His tone was sharp, and I instinctively took two steps back, only to be met by a firm push from behind.
"Mia, dear, go home with your brother!"
I turned to see Mrs. Keller, the woman who had spoken.
Her warning gaze met mine, and I flinched.
Mrs. Keller was my etiquette coach. She was the epitome of grace and virtue, a gentle smile always playing on her lips. But her eyes her eyes held a hidden threat.
"Remember to be on your best behavior when you get back. You don't want to be sent back here!"
I nervously wrung my hands, only for one to be taken in a firm grip.
Michael looked down at me. "Why are you sweating so much? Are you hot?"
I could feel Mrs. Kellers dangerous stare on my back and quickly shook my head. "N-no. I'm not hot."
Michael nodded, then turned to Mrs. Keller with a polite smile. "Mrs. Keller, Eliza seems to be enjoying her stay with us so much she doesn't want to leave. I'm afraid it might be a few more days before we can bring her back to you."
At the mention of her daughter, Mrs. Keller's eyes lit up.
"Oh, that's no problem at all! Let her stay as long as she likes. She can stay forever if she wants!"
"These past few years, you've found her the best schools, arranged for her to study abroad I can't thank you enough!"
Michael gave a slight nod. "You've taught Mia to be so well-behaved. It's the least we could do."
With that, he led me to the car waiting to take me home.
During the entire ride, I sat primly in my seat, a careful distance from my brother. My hands were folded in my lap, my back was ramrod straight. I didn't dare speak.
Michael's gaze on me was soft. "Excellent. You finally look like a Lucas heiress."
"It seems we should double Mrs. Keller's compensation."
Soon, the car pulled to a stop in an exclusive, gated community. Michael got out first, then thoughtfully circled around to open my door, extending his hand to me.
I had been taught these courtesies. They were etched into my mind.
I lifted my left hand and gently placed it in his palm. I stepped out, planting my foot firmly before gracefully exiting the vehicle.
The smile in Michael's eyes deepened. "Very good, Mia," he praised.
But in the next second, the hand resting in his suddenly clenched!
The sight of the villa before me was surreal and disturbingly familiar. A knot of dread tightened in my stomach.
Michael frowned. "What's wrong?"
Goosebumps erupted on my skin, but I had to maintain my composure. I quickly shook my head. "N-nothing."
He released my hand. "Then let's go inside. I have a present for you."
I followed him. The closer we got to the house, the more my head throbbed.
Once we were inside, Michael presented me with a beautifully wrapped box.
"Mia, welcome home."
He opened it, revealing a delicate butterfly bracelet.
The color drained from my face. My head felt like it was splitting open. The butterfly on the bracelet seemed to come alive, its wings beating as it flew straight at me.
My vision swam, and I thought I heard a shrill, angry voice echo in my mind:
"You stayed up all night just to pull a prank? Mia, it's my birthday! Can't you be considerate for once in your life?"
I was never the favorite child. I was too loud, too boisterous.
The Lucas family rules were strict. My brother, Michael, was born with an innate air of reserved elegance, making him the apple of our parents' eyes.
But I was different.
I was a carefree whirlwind, a bundle of hyperactive energy that didn't seem to fit the Lucas mold.
Before I turned fifteen, my parents had me take three different DNA tests. Each time, they would stare at the results and shake their heads in weary resignation.
"Mia's personality is just so untamed. She's nothing like the other debutantes."
"Richard, are you sure she's ours? What did we do to deserve this?"
"She and Michael are supposed to inherit the company one day. With this lack of decorum, she'll be a disaster"
They never bothered to hide their conversations from me, and I never took them to heart. I'd usually just flash a mischievous grin and wrap my arms around my mother's.
"What, you two don't want me anymore? Did you forget who mediated your last fight?"
"You two would never have made up so quickly without me!"
My mother would sigh, exasperated, and tap my forehead. "Honestly, what are we going to do with you?"
And so, my life before fifteen, though filled with my family's disapproval, was not unhappy.
Until the day I got into a fight with the daughter of my father's business partner over a dress.
My parents gave me the silent treatment for a full day before quietly conferring with my brother.
"This personality of hers will be a liability when she takes over the company. Michael, you need to find a good etiquette coach. It's time she learned some discipline."
Michael nodded. "I'll arrange it after my birthday."
That night, I stayed up until dawn, creating a butterfly kaleidoscope for him. The next morning, I stifled a yawn and pushed the gift into his arms.
"Happy birthday."
He looked at my red-rimmed eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile.
But when he opened the box, he used too much force.
The butterflies were supposed to flutter out one by one, a beautiful, ethereal display. Instead, his rough handling sent them all bursting out at once.
Two of them grazed his eyes, nearly blinding him.
His face turned to stone. For the first time, his legendary patience snapped. He smashed the box on the ground.
"You stayed up all night just to pull a prank? Mia, it's my birthday! Can't you be considerate for once in your life!"
I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen. He just turned and walked away.
The next day, I was sent to Mrs. Keller's.
These memories used to be crystal clear.
But now, all I could recall were fragmented images and the sound of my brother's angry reprimand.
The rest was a complete blank.
My headache intensified, and I rubbed my temples.
Michael watched me, still patiently holding out the gift box.
Just then, a girl ran over and snatched it from his hands.
"Wow, this bracelet is gorgeous! Michael, can I have it?"
"But this is a gift for Mia" Michael, never one to say no, looked at me with a conflicted frown.
A memory flashed in my mindmy parents scolding me for not knowing how to share after the fight over the dress.
I quickly forced a smile.
"You can have it. Here, let me help you put it on."
I graciously fastened the bracelet onto Eliza's wrist and even offered a compliment. "It's beautiful. It suits you!"
She looked baffled, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "You're really giving it to me? You're not angry?"
I patted her hand magnanimously. "Of course not. Mrs. Keller taught me that sharing is a virtue."
Michael's frown smoothed out, a genuine smile reaching his eyes.
But Eliza just glared at me, yanked her hand away, and stormed off to her room.
I didn't understand why she was upset and felt a flicker of panic.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked Michael. "Why is she still unhappy after I gave her the bracelet?"
"Her?" The smile on Michael's face vanished. "You don't remember Eliza? She's Mrs. Keller's daughter. You've met her several times."
At the mention of Mrs. Keller, my expression shifted, and tension coiled in my stomach.
Michael, ever observant, finally realized something was wrong. He cupped my face in his hands, staring into my eyes for a long moment, his own expression growing grave.
A moment later, he was on the phone with Mrs. Keller.
"Mrs. Keller, Mia has been acting strangely since she came back. It seems like she doesn't recognize people. What's going on?"
Mrs. Keller laughed on the other end. "Oh, that's perfectly normal. She's eighteen now, right in the middle of her rebellious phase. She's likely upset that you sent her to me and is just pretending."
"Many of the children I work with do the same thing when they go home. It'll pass."
When he hung up, Michael's frown had only deepened. He clearly wasn't convinced.
Before he could investigate further, the front door opened. A middle-aged couple wheeled in their luggage, their faces breaking into wide smiles when they saw me.
"Mia's home! Oh, I've missed you so much!" The woman rushed over and pulled me into a tight embrace. Another wave of pain shot through my head, but out of politeness, I didn't push her away.
They then proceeded to pepper me with questions, their affection overwhelming. I maintained a polite, distant smile throughout. By the end of our conversation, their satisfaction with me was palpable. I had also figured out that they were my mother and father.
At dinner, my father mentioned a gala in a few days and said he wanted to take me.
Eliza pouted. "Uncle, Auntie, can't I go?"
My mother patted her shoulder reassuringly. "There's only one extra ticket, dear. If we take Mia, we can't take you. Be a good girl, Eliza."
Eliza remained sullen, barely touching her food for the rest of the meal.
As dinner was ending, I tried to appease her. "There's only one spot. Why don't you go? Don't be upset."
Her eyes lit up, but Michael immediately shut it down.
"No. You are the Lucas heiress. Eliza is just Mrs. Keller's daughter."
"Many influential people will be at this gala. It's a crucial opportunity for you to network."
I had no choice but to nod. "Alright, I'll go then."
Suddenly, Eliza threw down her chopsticks and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Watching her second rude outburst, I couldn't help but ask, "Is she really Mrs. Keller's daughter? Why is she so ill-mannered?"
My mother smiled and stroked my hair. "She's not a Lucas. She won't be moving in high society. She doesn't need to be so disciplined."
"I see," I said, a flicker of understanding dawning on me.
That night, I lay awake in my old bedroom, unable to sleep. I felt a gaping hole in my heart, an unbearable emptiness. But I made no sound, just lay there quietly, clutching the blanket. I even held my bladder until morning.
My parents were ecstatic.
"Mrs. Keller is a miracle worker! Mia's rambunctious nature is finally gone!"
"Now we can finally entrust the company to her without worry."
A few days later, Michael took me to the gala. With my arm linked through his, I moved through the crowd with ease, chatting with entrepreneurs and meeting other young heirs and debutantes. Michael beamed with pride and eventually let me wander on my own.
I was heading to the balcony for some fresh air when a hand grabbed my arm.
A young woman stood before me, her brow furrowed in annoyance.
"Mia Lucas, you don't recognize me? I've been looking at you all night. Why haven't you said hello?"
I was stunned by her rudeness. "Who are you? Let go of me! This is highly improper!"
"Hahaha" The girl burst out laughing. "What are you talking about? You, talking about being proper?"
"Weren't you the one who slapped me over a dress three years ago? What's this, a case of amnesia?"
My mouth fell open. A nerve in my brain snapped taut.
"Slapped you?"
Before I could process it, she gave me a hard shove.
I lost my balance and stumbled backward, crashing into a waiter. Red wine and broken glass showered over me. Amid the gasps of the onlookers, I struggled to my feet, trying to maintain my composure.
The girl, Sophie, raised an eyebrow, watching me intently, as if waiting for me to retaliate.
But I simply straightened my dress, my face cold. "I will not admit to something that never happened. But for assaulting me, I will be calling the police."
Just then, Michael rushed to my side. He took in my disheveled state, and his brow furrowed deeply.
"What happened?"
Sophie stomped her foot. "Michael, your sister has lost her mind! Three years ago, she hit me over a dress, and now she's pretending she doesn't know me!"
Her voice was loud, drawing a crowd.
"What's going on? The Lucas and Chen families have been friends for generations. How could Mia not know Sophie?"
"Exactly! Everyone knows she hit Sophie over that dress. I thought she had changed, but now she's denying it"
All eyes were on me. The pressure was becoming unbearable.
"I said I don't know her!" I cried out, my voice trembling as I pulled out my phone to call the police.
"That's enough!"
Michael grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the scene.
"Michael, I really don't know that girl," I explained meekly on the way home.
But he wouldn't listen.
The car stopped in front of a hospital. I looked at him, surprised. "We're not going home?"
Michael got out and reached for my hand.
I flinched, my face paling with fear.
He froze, his expression complicated, but his voice softened. "Mia, let's get your head checked."
"I don't want to. I'm scared" I shook my head, pressing myself against the car door.
Michael's lips thinned into a hard line as he pulled me out of the car without another word.
After a full battery of tests, his expression grew even darker. The results showed I was in perfect physical health.
"So Mrs. Keller was right. You've been faking it all along!"
He dragged me home and threw me onto the floor.
"Mom, Dad, and I sent you to Mrs. Keller for your own good! Do you have any idea how much we've spent? Five million a year for tuition, not to mention supporting Eliza this whole time."
"Why can't you be grateful instead of being so rebellious?"
"Do you know how important tonight's gala was? The impression you made is out there now. Do you have any idea what the other debutantes will be saying about you behind your back?"
I cowered on the floor, trembling, my legs too weak to stand.
He looked at me with bitter disappointment. "If you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to send you back to Mrs. Keller for another two years."
"No!"
The moment the words left his mouth, I fell to my knees, banging my head on the floor. "Don't send me back! I'll be good! I'll be obedient! Please don't send me back! I won't do it again!"
Michael's eyes widened in shock. He bent down to help me up. "What are you doing? Get up!"
But I just kept bowing, ignoring his pleas, repeating over and over, "I'm sorry! Please don't send me back!"
His face was a mask of distress as he tried to pull me up.
A sneer cut through the air from behind him. "My mother never abused you. Who are you putting on this pathetic show for?"
Michael looked up at Eliza, and his hands slowly fell away from me.
His voice was laced with disappointment. "If you want to kneel, then kneel."
He turned and went into his study.
I remained on the floor, my movements robotic and numb.
Eliza crouched down in front of me, a sinister smile on her face. "If you don't want to be sent back, you'd better listen to me. When your parents get home, you're going to tell them to let me stay here forever."
"If you disobey, I'll have my motherah!"
Before she could finish, I lunged, my nails raking across her face. She and Mrs. Keller looked so much alike, so terrifyingly alike!
Fear erupted from every pore, and I started screaming. "Shut up! Stop talking! Stop talking!"
Michael burst out of the study and pulled Eliza behind him. She was clutching her bleeding face, shrieking.
His eyes darkened, and he slapped me, the force of the blow snapping my head to the side.
I froze, listening to his voice, cold as ice.
"How dare you attack her? Go to the basement and reflect on what you've done! Don't come out until you've learned your"
He stopped abruptly, a look of horror flashing across his face.
Because the moment I heard the word "basement," my body started to convulse, and then, I collapsed.
"What are you pretending now?" he asked, his voice shaking. He nudged me with the toe of his shoe. When I didn't respond, he quickly scooped me up from the floor. His hands were trembling. I had never seen him so lost.
"Call an ambulance"

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital, surrounded by people. A doctor with a grave expression was removing a needle from the pressure point above my lip, scribbling notes in a chart.
Michael's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse. "Doctor, why did my sister suddenly faint? I just had her examined. She's perfectly healthy!"
The doctor frowned. "The patient's problem isn't physical. It's psychological."
"She has likely endured prolonged abuse. The trauma was so severe that her mind chose to forget."
He looked at the pale, horrified faces of my parents and brother and sighed.
"If you want to know what your sister went through, the only way is through hypnosis."
"But, you need to be prepared"

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