I am here, I am in this world wherein women are treated like possession and men are treated as a weapon. I am within this primitive body. I can't walk nor speak. All I do is sleep and cry for food. I am a man who believe in science, I don't believe that there is life after death nor being reborn. What I experienced is beyond what I can tell. I close my eyes and memories from previous life flow like river but I can't see the end of it.

All I can remember was I was killed in the courtroom when I testified that my friend forged my signature in his medical certificate. He was laughing at me, then pulled a gun and shoot me. I don't even know where he got that gun or manage to sneak it, inside the courtroom. I died at the age at 45 years old. My wife left me with his lover before I was killed by a friend. I help but I was killed. I was betrayed! I want to trust people but even fate betrayed me. .

I can't control my emotion, so I cried. I woman approached me and held me in her arms and let me suck her left nipple. I drink as much as a I could because I know for the meantime this is the best food or maybe my last nutritious food within 6 months. After all ,baby can start eat soft food after 6 months.

It seems like my mother is a prostitute. My house is just small around 2 meter squared then it is divided in to two division. The tattered wooden crib where I was placed was outside along with the kitchen and the other room wherein my mother serve her customers.

I want to walk or talk and read books and so on but it seems like I can't. It seems like to matter how strong the soul is, if the vessel is incompetent then the action is mediocre.

9 months have passed.

I know that I am not in earth anymore due to the languages and some humanoid or cat ear people or lupine people. My mother got a variety of customers.

Although, I can't walk that far but at least I can balance. Still, the biggest problem for me is

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sleep. I just can't control this feeling of sleepiness.

While I was balancing, my mom came inside our house with bruises on her right cheek. She was crying. She turn around,  she wipe her tears and then approached me with a smile plastered on her face. She talked to me and asked if I am hungry, and I just nod the she breastfeed me. Before she went to sleep, she always told me a story about a man who became the beacon of hope for the humanity. About a place wherein tons of people screaming his name. That he is the man that she falls in love with.

3 years have passed.

My mom handed me a cloth like bracelet. The color is already faded. She said, she does not have any expensive things that she can give. My soul maybe afrom a 45 year old but I can't help but cry as I hugged her.

I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard some noises. I light up the candle and I saw my mother on the floor bleeding. She have tons of bruises from her torso and line of blood from her vaginal area. I checked her breathing but she was not breathing. I observed  her chest area, it seems like someone punched her on the sternal area, because of the condensed bruising at the center of her chest.

I am powerless..... I just want to comfort her.... I just want to give her a better life when I grow up....but all of that dream was placed in trash.

I never been outside. My mother don't want me to go out because of the unfriendly neighbors. I uses a wooden spoon and dig inside the house, after several hours I place a 5'2 body in the ground and cover her corpse.

My mother always told me that if ever she die, I need to get out from this place. I got some of her money from her wooden box and brought some  small bag made of cloth with 2 pairs of rugged dirty white clothes.

When I went out, I saw one drunk man saying.... How's my toy? and laugh maniacally.

I ignore him and continue to walk outside the wooden gate. I murmured, she maybe a hooker but her heart is a saint.