A/N: I, of course, own nothing.
Cold. That is the first recollection I have. Oh yes, and bright, far too bright. White walls that gleamed. Soon an unbelievably large man in white picked me up as if I was nothing but a feather and finally wrapped me in something. I was shivering and was just about to ask who the hell the man was. Was this Heaven? Surely not. I could only have a place in Hell.
I was then placed in the arms of another giant. A female. A plain-looking, and familiar female. Marie. I would recognize her anywhere. From her dull brown eyes to her dull red hair. A friend, she had been, to my mother, many years ago, and to myself as well.
What the devil was going on? Why was she so large? About this time I got my hand released from the cover I was given. When I looked down I was shocked. A small chubby, cherub-like hand wriggle in front of my eyes. Not the long, skeletal fingers I was accustomed to. I started to demand what was going on, but all that emitted from me was a cry. A beautiful cry I might add; obviously my vocal talents hadn't been lost.
The last memory I have before this is watching my angel float away with that fop. I was certain I would die from a broken heart. Perhaps I did and this is hell. To be forced to live my sad existence again, because surely I was an infant with these hands, and no means to communicate.
A woman in white leaned over Marie, and smiled at me. I, naturally, started at this. There was no horror there…no pity. I failed my attempt to search my face with my pudgy little hand, so I still had no idea what I looked like. With these three smiling at me, it can't have been too bad…or not as bad as it had been.
The perhaps most aggravating part of being an infant is the need for sleep. Very tired. Without any further attempts to see or feel what I was now, I must have drifted off.
Upon waking I found myself encased in some sort of cage, but this clear cage had no roof to speak of. There was another, similar cage on either side of me, the one on my right had another infant inside. Screaming at the top of its lungs.
I knew I had found the reason for my waking. I attempted a glare, but I fear I failed. When I opened my mouth to yell at the child, only another cry came out.
Finally, another woman in white leaned over me, a nurse I assumed, and picked me up. Still without the means to communicate, I simply left the nurse carry me back to Marie, who I now assumed must be my mother. As I was being fed, I began to ponder what would become of me. It was apparent that I was getting a second chance. I decided at that moment that this time would be different. I may have been only hours old, but I knew I mustn't lie. I couldn't deceive humans as I had in my previous life. Perhaps this time I could win true love, or at the very least, acceptance. You know, that's all I really wanted in my previous life, to be accepted for myself.