'I'm dead, aren't I?' I think sarcastically, curling up into a fetal position. 'Of course I am, though I don't remember dying.' I mentally sigh, observing the darkness.

After a while I kick out to needlessly stretch my legs. I must've kicked the wrong thing, because next thing I know I'm getting squeezed.

I close my eyes, hoping for the best. When I open them again, I start crying loud, piercing cries. My wails echo around the small white room as I continue.

The reason I'm crying my eyes and lungs out? I'm in a hospital, having been removed from some moaning lady's vagina.

'I've been reborn!' I cry out in mental victory. 'I'm free from that hell hole that I called home only to give the place a name.'

At those last thoughts, I drift away into sleep. Baby's don't fall asleep at first because they're tired, but because they can't breath while crying. Or at least, that's how I fell asleep.

Months of relaxing, if not embarrassing, peace pass before I can see properly. I don't mind. I can hear out of both ears! My sense of smell has been returned to me! I no longer hurt everywhere all the time!

Every time it's dark, I wiggle around to build up my muscles, because fuck being a weak average baby, I'll be a not-really prodigy!

I'm able to walk a few sleeps after my vision clears. I should be about four months old then, right? You wouldn't believe how wonderful it is to stand! I could feel the world spinning and twirling around.

Try standing in an upside-down extremely shaky boat spinning really fast, that's what it feels like. Not that I know what that feels like, but it must be close, right? I babble quietly at my feet, trying not to fall over. No wonder babies can't stand for a while, the world is a freaking wobbly place!

The lady who birthed me never knew I could stand, and I started crawling in front of her after I was able to see. She never talks to me, so I don't know if the language is English or not.

I babble at her in my broken language that I half-created and she frowns at me, shoving more dog food- I mean meat flavored 'baby food' into my mouth.

The lady disappears many sleeps after I'm able to walk. I was found alone in the house walking around, babbling to myself. The people who found me took me to a place with many other people. Did she abandon me? I frown, before my focus is taken away by a loud wail.

I look around, seeing the room of cribs. Why are they crying? Life is great! I cling to the three feelings I've never felt before, no matter how uncomfortable they are. My full hearing on both sides, the world's rapid spinning, and the odd tingly feeling under my skin.

I embrace every feeling that I feel, unused to feeling much of anything besides pain. Why do people hate feeling? Why did I once hate feeling? Tears stream down my face for the second time in my new life.

I breathe in and out shakily- my breathing! I giggle brokenly. I can breathe! I put a chubby hand on my chest, taking a deep breath without having to stop and cough because of tar in my lungs from second-hand smoke.

I grin toothlessly, my body still shaking and my cheeks still wet from tears. The grin fades immediately as the air thickens.

I make a weird hiccuping sound as I choke on my breath, immense hatred consuming me. I gurgle at the hatred surrounding me. It's the same as my tingly feeling! I move my odd tingly feeling around me, trying to show the other tingle what love is, what happiness is.

No one pays attention to me as I waddle-run towards the big fluffy hatred-baring monster. My tingle basically shouts, "I understand! I've felt that way too!" My breath stutters by the time I reach the now chained monster. I cry out to the fuzzy blobs trapping my friend.

'When did the monster become my friend?' I shake my head, stumbling towards the hatred-filled tingly feeling.

Towards my friend.

I hug the furry paw belonging to my friend, him growling at me. 'Him? Yeah, him.' I pat the paw, speaking in the same language as my friend for the first time in this world.

"It okay, bubuh! It okay!" I waddle up and look my friend in the eye. My tingle rises to my eyes once I notice the commas in his eyes. His eyes return to the slit they're supposed to be as he looks at me bemused.

"Human, how can you understand my pain? How are you not crumbling under my chakra and hatred?" My friend growls lowly. I toothlessly grin at him.

"I feel too! Human ik bad chit-faked," I mumble to him, hugging his paw tighter.

I feel a burst of a tingle that isn't mine or my friend's and scream as my friend is ripped in half and forced into me and another unwilling baby. Everything goes black.

Yo. Hope you enjoy. I decided to do this too, so when I get writer's block on one, I can do another.