Meet Me Next Life
Everything was a mix. All that in front of me was a dizzy blur. My ears ringed with static. Someone was talking no, screaming. It was hot too hot and then suddenly cold. I gasped for my breath it burned my lungs. Moving my limbs was a futile effort. I died. I knew I died. Whatever this was it was not it. Light flashed into my eyes too bright. I tried to squint my eyes and try to make sense of this, whatever was happening
SMAK
No No NO way. No freaking way was this real. The slap to my butt didn't really register at first, but suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but let out a wail? I was then wrapped into something softish and laid on someone. Did I become a baby. Why did I have my memories. Is it normal for all infants, do they all forget after reaching some age. I was cut off my thoughts when someone picked me up. A huge face according to my baby eyes standards was staring at me, no mostly subtle glaring at me. I tilted my head in silent mussing.
"Hmff. The brat has his eyes." the dude scoffed, glaring at me disdainfully. The hold tightening around a bit.
"You can be grateful for that at least darling that your whelp looks like him. At last now you will get scrape of your daddy's attention."
The women presumedly my mother unhelpfully provided, spitting the word darling. Uhh daddy burn, mommy has a vicious tongue. So, cool huh, my dad's having daddy issues. But to the point dude was looking murderous. He deposited me on my mothers lap none so gently and stormed off the room. Well there goes my hope of a happy flying unicorn dream family, I try to roll my eyes but it's difficult to perfectly execute such masterclass in eye gymnastics being an infant. If only Olie could see this.
The sudden thought caused me to still. Yeah, Olie my baby, I was wondering what he was doing now. Well not exactly a baby but a child in my heart nevertheless. He grew up into a fantastic, awesome young man. I hope wherever he was now he knew how much I love him and a part of me still is with him. I will definitely try to visit Olie if I remember him when I grow up. I don't know if I can remember even until later but hope for the best.
"Mrs. Anderson, have you decided on what you are naming your baby." A nurse asked my mother.
"Oh, we haven't really thought about it yet," Mom replied with a tone that conveyed indifference in naming the me. Well at least my previous parents loved me enough even if they occasionally told me that I was found under a bridge.
I was suddenly picked up face to face with the woman who critically scanning my face. I blew bubbles at her to ask what she was seeing.
She gave a disappointed sigh and let me lay down for now. I could not stop my exhaustion and gave into sleep. I could hear that the dude returned from his dramatic exit after the hissy fit. Next time I opened my eyes to a dim lit room and to gnawing hunger.
In the room, the dressing mirror was positioned against one wall near the door, while the window on opposite wall, it was too dark to see outside, with the bookshelf placed adjacent from it, and photo frames were hung on the wall which had door. The things below the cradle height were not visible. I was too hungry to do the remaining taking in. There was nobody in the room who I could cry out to. This time I was sure I was going to die of hunger. My mouth released a distressed whine before I could register it. My eyes burned with tears, making me full blow out crying.
I don't know how much time had passed I was feeling drowsy again. Clenching my fists I try to not give into it. My hunger was full on gnawing my stomach now. This time I wailed so hard my lungs rattled for someone to hear. The door suddenly burst open and someone picked me up. My eyes were blurry and I could not see their face. A bottle was shoved into my mouth which I took in eagerly. After finishing at least half of the milk I look up from the arms of the person.
This wasn't my loving and caring parents for sure. It was a woman who was glaring at me this time. I don't understand people and their need to glare at an infant. After feeding me she very not gently changed my nappies. Then I was left alone to ponder on what happened. This woman could have been a family member or even a maid. I easily understood that my presence was not appreciated by my birth parents. By the amount of eye lasers and disgust I got I understand that their marriage might not been a love filled one.
First priority first lets not die before I can give my amazing parents a piece of shit. Do not draw unnecessary attention to my self. Try to save myself. Let's try to figure out what is happening till now. So, my dad has issues with his dad, mom doesn't really care about me, the people around me are yet to be gauged and have Phd in glaring. At least no one tried to harm me.
After a nap I woke up to bright light and someone cleaning my room. I winced at the whirr of the vacuum cleaner. The maid seems to notice me and switched off the machine. Coming to pick me lift me up, she gathered me into her arms. Her voice was soft as she cooed at me to calm me. It was good to loose myself in the warmth. I liked this one. After seeing me suck my thumb she sat herself down on a comfy arm chair. Carefully adjusting my head she presented the milk bottle from somewhere. I eagerly started my breakfast of the morning.
Looking into her eyes reminded me of fist peeks of sunlight hitting spring ice. She seems to notice my attention and held my gaze.
"Hold on little longer, little prince."
She said stroking my cheek and I believed her.