‘What's going on, where am I, why can’t I see, why can’t I move properly, why do I feel so weird.’
“Shhh there there mommies hear.” says a female voice while I start rocking.
I put all my strength into turning my head towards the source of the voice but all I see is a blur. The situation is getting too much for me, I start thrashing but it is futile “YOUR NOT MY MOTHER YOU DON’T SOUND LIKE HER AT ALL TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON.”
A man's voice joins the woman's soft attempts at calming me down. “What's gotten into him? he was fine a second ago.”
“I don’t know, he was sleeping so peacefully.” she replies.
“Maybe he’s hungry?”
“Maybe.”
The world shifts for a bit then I feel something touch my mouth and before I can do anything I latch onto it and begin sucking. ‘What am I doing, this has to stop.’
I try to use my arms to push whatever it is in my mouth away from me but they lack the strength. I feel a liquid enter my mouth, it tastes… not that bad, a bit like milk but sweeter. It helps calm me down which I suppose is good but by doing so it gives rise to the waves of tiredness I was suppressing during my struggle. I try to fight it but the waves are too big and I go under.
I have finally figured it all out, I'm a baby, I have been reincarnated and I am now a baby. Clearly remembering my death and my terrible control over thi- my body where big clues. The seemingly endless time before this pushed me to my limits, no control especially of my bowels, no sight and no reason why. I’m not ashamed to say I broke down a few times, I doubt anyone would be able to keep it together. Not saying now that I know makes it any different from before but I now have a reason why and my sight is slowly starting to work, control still needs work tho. As to how I was reincarnated I have no clue, one minute I’m on a plane to America the next spiraling to the ground and then I came to as I am now. I’m not to bothered by my death, kinda like a rollercoaster with no wind and louder screaming followed by a sudden stop, probably landed upside down with how quick it was. I’m going to miss my fami- my previous family tho, except my brother, fuck him, he… ‘oh come on it hasn’t even. been.. that…’ the waves of tiredness come and I manage to resist for a brief moment before going under again.
The lack of energy this little body of mine has is very annoying, it causes my day to day life to consist of on and off sleeping making it very hard to focus on anything in particular. I would much prefer a long sleep to these short ones, it would make getting through these seemingly endless days so much easier. I don’t know what it is about the passage of time but everything seems to move so slow now that I’m a baby, I think I have been around for 3 maybe 4 months now, it’s hard to tell but I haven’t had my first birthday so I know it hasn’t been a year yet. Why can’t things just move faster, doing nothing all day is so boring my mind is starving for stimulation. I guess the only thing I can do to pass the time is sleep.
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FINALLY an end to my boredom, I have acquired the ability to crawl. It’s exhausting and slow but I can explore my home and see what the world is like. I have been taken outside a few times but those moments only come once in a blue moon and are not long enough for me to spot any anomalies. So far there hasn’t been anything out of the ordinary so far, then again my parents keep a close eye on me so I haven’t been able to look inside the garage or their room yet. Through grueling work I have managed to set up a pillow throne of sorts next to one of the low windows in the house so I can observe the street outside and have done it enough times that I have convinced my mother to stop dismantling it. From my pseudo-throne I observe the daily life of the street for clues about the workings of the world because I am certain there was no reincarnation like what I have been through in my old world, it would’ve been a much different place if there was. There used to be a bunch of kids that would play games on the street every now and then but at one point they spotted me and slowly played less and less until it's been weeks until I have seen them, I think I freaked them out. Other people who are disturbed by my watchful gaze are some of the elderly people living on the street who go for walks every now and then. One of my favourite things to do when observing the street is if I see someone who is particularly fazed by my watchful stare, I smile or do other things that I think look sinister to creep them out even more.
“Damian! What have we told you about creeping out the neighbours, we have already had several complaints from them about you.”
‘Shit my dad caught me again, quick act innocent.’
“Oh no that won’t work on me I saw you messing with Mrs Green just then. She's a nice old lady, she doesn’t deserve your harrasment.” With saying that dad comes in close and whispers.
“Someone you should harass tho is Mr Thomas, the one that walks funny, that old fart has got it out for me for some reason, always calling me a pansy, whatever that means.”
“ZAC! I can hear you, stop encouraging him to harass the neighbors.” My mum yells from the kitchen. A moment later she pops her head around the corner.
“Close the blinds, no more window for him.” she looks at me and says “next time I’m gonna take these pillows away.” and with that she goes back.
“Don’t test her, you know she will do it.” my dad says while he closes the blinds.
“Hey I got an idea, I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen this before and the blinds are closed so no one will see.” with that dad pulls out a long brown stick with weird carvings on it. I stare intently at it because this is my first time seeing him with something like this, ‘it kinda looks like a- ’
“Ready? Ok ‘Lumos’.” and with that the tip of the stick spews forth white light. The sudden light catches me off guard and I reel backwards in shock causing me to tumble off my throne. ‘Magic wand’.