So I've been reincarnated, and it's not a maaaaybe I've been reincarnated or something.
I...can see it now.
My eyes are slowly starting to form, and the blurriness that practically made me blind some days ago is slowly receding, giving me a good look at the face of this weird woman -my new mother- force feeding me milk.
Which is, quite a weird experience I'll admit it.
Even then though....
Yeah! just been reincarnated! I'm not in some kind of crazy psychopath lair where he's having fun torturing me for the rest of my life! Youpie!
....okay, now that I think about it, maybe I was exaggerating a bit.
I mean. Heavy machinery? This shit was clearly blankets, I don't even know what 'heavy machinery' could even mean! What kind of machine restrain people while being soft?
Also, losing the control of my guts was a big hint too. One I completly dismissed in favor for thinking that it was a form of torture, a humiliation ritual or some shit.
And that's not even all, there was a looooot of hints I've just completly ignored.
For example, there's my vision.
The one I'm using right now, while being cradled, not restrained, by this...woman.
It's still blurry, but I can definetly see her. She's pretty close to me for the...feeding process.
Damn I feel weird.
In any case, this blurry vision of mine was a pretty obvious hint too. Babies can't see after all, or barely see, I think.
I'm not a baby expert.
But why would a torturer not just hide my view completly? Put a blindfold on me or something instead of...blurring my vision.
Who would do that? Is there even a chemical that can blur people vision for a week straight?
Dunno.
But that was a good tell I completly ignored. Now that I'm growing up and my vision advanced enough to see her though, I can't really ignore it.
Just like I can't ignore her face. Pretty chubby, with long blond hair that end at the bottom of her shoulders.
I'm sure that if I stretch hard enough I could grab them with those grubby fingers of mine.
Another hint I just compeltly ignored
My grubby fingers. Or, more generally, my weakness.
Of course I feel like I weight two tons! I'm just...a weak baby, that's why I can't move anything.
Makes sense now that I look at this with this lens.
Also, talking about the whole weight, weakness and everything.
My brain. I feel dumb.
I did said that didn't I?
Well... Guess why I feel dumb?
Congratulation! You figured out, BECAUSE MY FUCKING BRAIN IS STILL FORMING!
That's why I won't take any responsibility for thinking I was in hell, it's not my fault, I'm a BABY now okay? I have the right to think dumb things.
Two decades of previous life or not.
...still feel dumb though.
And not because I'm a baby, but because I didn't figure out the obvious.
Well, I guess it's not really really my fault that I didn't had the time to figure all of that yet.
It's not like I've been alive for long.
It's genuinely so weird to consider myself as a baby again.
Whatever.
As I was saying, it's not like I've been awake for long. After all, from what I figured out, I must be....2 weeks old.
I think.
I'm not too sure because of the whole sleeping constantly stuff. And not seeing anything, but I'm pretty sure I'm two weeks old at best.
I would love to hear a confirmation of my theory, maybe my parents already said my age out loud one day?
Maybe they did.
But unfortunately for me, I don't understand shit about what they're saying
"Ays-#-#"
What the fuck did she just said?
I squint at my....mother -I'll never get used to it- as she talks, one hand on the...feeding tool, and her other arm cradling me close.
Before talking, she was looking at me while doing this...process.
Right now though? She's looking above me, at something I can't see.
Without fault of trying.
I try to tilt my head back, twist around, wriggle around, and do my best to stop myself from crying at being man handled by a woman I could have probably lifted and thrown around in my past life.
I don't manage.
The biggest crocodile tears I've ever let out comes out of my eyes, making my blurry vision even more blurry as I fucking choke and cry at the same time
I SWEAR I TRIED TO STOP MYSELF!
The woman starts moving me around. Because that's what she always do, that's what they were doing, I wasn't moved by hospital staff or whatever I thought was happening.
No. I was just being lulled to sleep.
Apparently not understanding my distress. She pulls the...feeding tool...away in her shirt again while saying 'this' to someone I STILL can't see "Ko-#$ yam#@$#"
No idea what that means.
Again.
But it sounds asiatic as fuck. Am I Japanese now? Korean? Chinese? I have no idea and I feel racist now.
Footsteps stop my thoughts, and I can feel another pair of hands envlopping me, EVEN STRONGER THAN THE ONES OF THE GIANT WOMAN, I CRY HARDER!
Oh right, right, no torture, calm, calm, that's just my new father.
I cry even harder.
LOOK I CAN'T HELP MYSELF! IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT ALRIGHT!? I'M GENUINELY TRYING TO STOP CRYING BUT I CAN'T!
I hate being a baby.
My father. I think he is? He is right?
No idea, in any case, I'll assume he is. My father picks me up from the horrible grip of my mother, to instead put me in his own horrible grip.
Even worse because he's stronger. I can wriggle EVEN less.
To show my suffering I cry harder.
He answers me by getting closer to my face with his fucking annoying beard that scratches me, and the fucker mumbles something as if he were talking to a baby.
I'M NOT A BABY!
Apocalyptic level of crying.
He fucking poke my cheek!
HEY HEY! LET MY CHEEK GO YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
I cry harder and my mother saves me from this monster. Yeah, that's it, glare at him, he deserves it.
You're lucky I'm not strong enough to pull my tongue at you or I would!
From what I see. In my blurry world. My father answered my mother glare with a laugh.
Tsk.
Not even an apology to accept.
Not like I would accept this monster apology.
BANISH HIM FROM HOME MOTHER!
She doesn't.
Instead she talks with him while moving me around, probably trying to make me fall asleep.
Something that doesn't work at all.
But at least she's trying?
Ah...
This shit is boring.
Will my life for the next year be like that?
Are you for real here?
Damn....
That's really boring
Well I guess I can think to make the time pass faster?
I can think about how dumb I was to believe I was kidnapped and being tortured by a psycho.
No, really, that's kind of funny, I mean. What made me believe I was being tortured?
It's obvious I was reincarnated.
There's everything I should have expected, there's the crying, the moving around, the bowel problems, the language barrier, the blurry eyes, the weak limbs, the dumb brain.
There's everything really.
Should have figured that out earlier.
Maybe I would have if I didn't have a baby brain.
....My mother, above me, frowns slightly while trying to lulling me to sleep.
Seeing that, like all the other days. I don't fall asleep and cry instead.
Yes.
Maybe I would have figured it out.
....I have all the traits of being a baby.
So I'm a baby.
I have everything.
Question:
Since when did babies started to live in constant agony?
She tries to calm me down by keeping me closer, she even takes out her breast one more time, maybe thinking I'm still hungry.
But no matter what she tries.
I don't stop crying.
Why does it hurt so much?