My life was not a good one. I never knew my father, and my mother was the type of woman who gave into her hungers, without a thought for the others around her. I was a burden in the back of her head that she hadn't have the money to abort.
There was nothing I wanted more than that woman's love, but I had learned early on that her love would never be mine. She hated me for causing her trouble and hindering her life, this made the world around me cold and stone like. I lived like that for years in and out of consciousness interests popping up sometimes, shows or books that had me hungry in the way my mother hungered for sex and the darker shades of humanity. Of course my hunger was different, I wanted the love I saw in those shows that drew me in, I was starving for it.
Sadly I never had the chance to receive it. My life didn't last very long, twenty-three years to be exact, one of my mothers many "companions" had decided to take me for a ride. Still being the stone-like child I had always been my mother giggled as I was pulled away. My mind had faded in and out only remembering spots and pieces. I knew what was happening when hands ghosted over me and needles slid into my skin, I remember thinking that at least I was pleasing my mother in my final moments.
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There was no bright light to guide me someplace else just nothing. I was alone and wanted nothing more than to cry and scream. Wasn't I done with this world?
Why was I surrounded by these warm walls in this small space instead of resting peacefully at the bottom of a river? It was unjust and I deserved an ending not whatever this was.
I was curled up for hours, my limbs seeming to grow and enlarge with each minute. Outside of my bubble the world moved and voices whispered and shifted, one voice would cause vibrations through my small world and I connected the dots quickly knowing who she was.
Mother.
It was strange to be aware of what was happening, especially at the fast rate my body was growing. It terrified me feeling all of these things right after my death. I felt emotions similar to the ones I'd had for my mother in my previous life, I wanted to make her happy and give her what she wanted no matter what it was. I couldn't help but feel a despair at knowing what was to come, the pain I had felt before would now double. The stone surrounding me would encase my heart, and I would let it so the pain would be numbed when I ripped it out to give it to the woman carrying me inside her.
The voices got louder and the shifting in my small world grew as water rushed around me and a yelp filled the air, all around me the walls closed in and I fought and pushed with my non-existent muscles. A harsh squeezing around the crown of my head shocked me with cold air. Screaming filled my ears as I was pushed and shoved until my lungs filled and a scream ripped through me followed swiftly by sobs. The rest of my body followed easily after while an elder woman's stern vice penetrated the air.
"The pain is an honor." It was a cold voice that had me crying harder, I didn't want to hear her I wanted to see my new mother.
Hands took me from the person who had picked me from the ground. Soft hands that held me with a firm yet gentle hold, a woman with beautiful blond hair and hazel eyes pulled me to her face, pride and detached curiosity displayed clearly. I didn't care what her gaze held, only that this woman was now my mother.