I finally woke up. Or, at least I thought I did, instead of bright, pearly gates I saw nothing-just nothing . I can't even describe well where i am at all. Imagine you were put into a bowl, and then your senses were.. taken from you? I could find myself but i couldn't exactly see. Yet i could feel everything around me, I was fine with it. Until the pain kicked in.

It had to be pain, didn't it? It had to be the burning, ripping, excruciating sensation of limbs getting crushed and then smushed back together, smash, smush, and repeat, it was horrible and I blacked out in the middle of my neck getting crushed. I don't know how long I was out for, but I woke up to more pain and it was even more excruciating than before. I wanted to scream so, so bad but I couldn't, I couldn't utter a sound. Much worse, I couldn't move or see anything anymore. The pain finally stopped and In my head I sighed with relief. I could finally move my limbs a little, but it was like i was swimming in a fishbowl. I couldn't see but I could still hear, but for a moment, I couldn't do anything. Just as fast as I lost every single sense it was blindingly bright and I could breathe again, I tried to yell for Martin, Emma and Evelynn but I couldn't. The only noise I heard come out of my mouth was a cry. Not a battle cry or a victory cry or any useful cry, a baby cry. As soon as I was blinded by the light I was pressed against something, and warm, sweet strength dribbled into my mouth. instinctively I started sucking and after so much pain I wasn't even paying much attention to my surroundings, Turns out i am not as lucky as i thought. "Aŵŵ , $#€'s $õ çut€! Lì€f, w#@t šhøüłđ w€ n@m€ h€r?" I heard a sweet calm voice say, right then and there I realized what I was pressed up against and I immediately stopped and cringed in regret. When I stopped my face was wiped with something that to my knowledge felt like a knit cloth. A few moments later a different more squeaky voice that sounded like a little boy say "ßęřå!" The lady that was holding me said "Ğřęä+ ïdėâ $@gë! ßūt î wåñtêd Lì€f tø hëłp tøõ. Økâÿ šwèétïê?" "Ãww... økâÿ mümmÿ.." this is when i passed out. " Däñdêłîóñ, ßęřå īś å gòōd ñämē, whÿ döñ'+ wë ßüíłd öñ í+ âńd câłl h€r ߀gøñíå?" "Ÿ€š įt'ś pērfėçt!" I had not a single clue to what they said, as I was almost asleep, but as soon as they said that last part I.. learned what it was like to be a helpless little baby. I had no bladder control at all, and that meant that I couldn't hold it and I learned how awful a messy diaper was. I couldn't even see very well, but my ears heard almost everything, but they kept getting hit on everything and I don't know if you know this, but hitting your ears on things at a fast pace hurts, really badly, i mean it hurt really really bad like a hammer hitting your pinky toe times 3. Either that or I was hyper sensitive to whatever I could do in this state. I also slept a lot. It was hard to stay awake for very long because I was so small. Honestly it was pure torture... Okay, it didn't necessarily hurt and I wasn't actually tortured, but it was still awful. Anyways I slept with my... parents?.. i'll call them my parents for the sake of simplicity. They placed a oval bowl shaped piece of wood on top of a larger block of wood and that was my "cradle." I had a blanket that looked like grey to me, but everything seemed grey, but it smelled like vegetables and was surprisingly soft, I was usually wrapped in it and sometimes when I was still wrapped they would carry me around the house, I couldn't pick out that many details and I couldn't see much, but I did see a table in a dining room and i was shown the kitchenette, they had a 'stove' that looked like a fireplace, it had a door and burners, but the fire all came from a rock that looked grey to me but i hear my mother say something that to me sounded like "0râñgė, ΓÏℜΞ HØT." i had no idea what she said, but i knew it was a language of this place, but it smelled like it was a wood burning stove, how nice, a wooden wood burning stove, that won't kill us at all. They didn't have a fridge, but they hung various herbs and veggies on a wall. They also didn't have a sink, but they had a barrel full of what I assumed was water and a tray with what I guessed to be soap. When I became 5 days old I was washed inside it, thats when i learned that there was a hole in the ground where the water drained to when they were done. I was rarely left unattended. But when I was, it was when my father went out and my mother cooked something in the kitchen. I could smell it all the way from my cradle. Then after she finished cooking she would come back to me and.. feed me. It was really embarrassing but I can't eat anything else and I couldn't tell her that, and.. it actually tasted good and I couldn't even stop myself from eating. I was fed a staggering 12 times the first day I.. er.. came here. Anyway after being fed I usually fell asleep and she and my brother would sit and wait for my father at a table that looked a lot like a stump, except it was the size of a 6 person round table. I longed to eat there instead of with my mother, but i also had no teeth, much less any words to tell her that i wanted to eat something else or do something or anything, I couldn't tell them much of anything yet

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