Chapter 1

Reborn

I hated being alone.

I was the type of person who would like to be around a certain group of people. I was the type of person who yearned attention from everyone. I was the type of person who wanted everyone to acknowledge and learn more about.

And yet, I always find myself alone.

The people who I called my friends... they were not my friends at all. They were just fake. They only needed me around for laughs and for interesting facts and stories. Maybe they just had me around because I made life cool and light for them.

That was the point. I made a commitment to myself, saying that if I were to meet anyone knew, I would try my best to make the smile and be happy. But that promise had it's own set of consequences.

People like me, who were happy and usually caring and kind, were the ones who are usually stepped on and rejected after a few weeks. People like me, who care for others more than we should have, often find ourselves getting hurt because of our good intentions.

But I was stupid and stubborn. I thought I could finally find someone who will care about me and return my positive feelings. I thought I could finally have someone by my side who would be there for me, even if I did act like a goofball and screwed things up.

And that decision turned my life upside down.

I should have changed my mind at the last minute. I should have stopped being so delusional and face reality. I should have stopped lying to myself and face the truth; that no one likes a jokester for long.

Sadly, I learned my lesson the hard way, and it just had to be popping out of another person's body just for me to get the message.

As a professional weirdo, I experienced lots of unusual things in my life. One example was when I found my own cat, Fred, peeing by himself on the toilet bowl like a sophisticated person. Another was when I heard some sort of creature wailing like it was in pain and I discovered it was my dad in the showers. Another one was when my math teacher and the nurse did the tango and tripped over a crate of apples and rolled away.

Needless to say, weird stuff happened to me almost every day of my life, I had somehow grown accustomed to it. Though, being reincarnated as a living baby again wasn't exactly in my area of expertise.

Imagine this; you're a big lump of fat and you're being squeezed through a tiny tunnel that might as well a) lead you to your new life or b) possibly kill you in the process. Choice A seemed better.

But I wasn't really in any position to make any choices. I mean, it's because I am the big lump of fat being pushed into a miniature tunnel. Besides, even if I could talk, I highly doubt I would be able to say anything clearly since I couldn't breathe properly. Last thing I wanted to do was embarrass myself before I even started my new life.

I didn't know for how long I stayed in my mom's stomach, but I did know that I didn't appreciate it when gravity started hurling me downwards, face forward. I mean, who would want to be disturbed in their own tiny haven? I'm trying to sleep here, dang it!

I guessed whatever god heard me must have been annoyed by that because the force that pushed me down into the tunnel felt more painful than being hugged by a King Kong in a sugar craze.

After what felt like hours, I finally felt freed from King Kong's death hug and heaved in a huge gasp of air. For a moment, I felt victorious. Then the next, I felt as if my body was being stabbed with blunt objects repeatedly.

I cried out in pain, wailing and begging for the pain to stop. I didn't know why it hurt so much. Reincarnation, as much as I was informed, was supposed to be like a restart. You know, a new life as new life form?

The thought sort of made me worried. What if I was reincarnated as an animal? Aw man, imagining a new life as a pig or a cow, just grazing over the grass and inevitably ending up as someone's dinner in a restaurant menu wasn't exactly how I wanted to spend my new life.

It was pure torture being pushed out of your mom's stomach, and having a well developed brain that clearly recalls your past life that also enables you to remember every single detail didn't make me feel any better.

During that time, all I wanted was to cry and scream. I wanted to beg someone, anyone, to stop the pain. Nothing I've experienced so far was as painful as reincarnation, and along the way I sort of regretted being reincarnated in the first place.

After what seemed decades later, the squeezing and crushing stopped. I gasped and heaved in my first breath of air. My lungs, which were boiling hot inside, felt cooled and filled. I kept on breathing, as if I couldn't get enough of air. I could almost feel myself smile victoriously.

I was alive.

I was alive!

I found myself crying, which was weird even for me. But they weren't cries of sadness. They were cries of happiness and joy. Honestly, I felt as if I won a million dollars right then and there!

I felt someone hold me against there chest. Their heartbeat was erratic, but I found it comforting. Drops of water fell on my face, which I assumed was sweat, but I didn't mind at all. After all, it was my very own mother holding me.

"My little joy... my little sunshine..." I heard her murmur. Her voice sounded so exhausted, and yet I could hear how happy she was to have me. It made my heart flutter.

"My little lullaby..." I heard her sniff. "My Lilah."

Lilah.

My name was Lilah.

I felt myself smile and coo as I felt my eyelids droop. It made me so happy to be alive again, especially knowing fully-well that my mother loved me since the beginning.

At that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just me and my mom. Nothing else.

Nothing else.

[A/N:] Sooooo Percy Jackson Fans... is this your first time seeing a story like this?

I just finished reading PJO and I'm pretty excited for HoO to be released this coming Tuesday. I planned to release this book as soon as I finish reading BoO but I was too tempted.

Though posting this fanfic is pretty much a death wish. My other fanfics are on hold, and I have a lot of demands from a friend to release a certain fanfic that I promised him I would post about. ==" I wanted to post it, but I'm not even finish with my first chapter sooo... kill me now.

And in case you're wondering, yes, this will be an OC based story. But not the typical OC based stories. This is where Marionetto's magic happens. :)

See you on the next chapter!