Have you ever been happily snuggling your pillow and your worm blanket perfectly cozy and was lulling you to sleep and then you jerk for no reason. That's how I felt but I wasn't sleeping and I wasnt cozy or worm. No, I was cold and uncomfortable, and dying... And dead, Great. You see this has happen to me a couple of times and each time I remember when I wake up. Wait, how can you wake up if your dead? you may ask. Well you see no ones ever truly dead they just float around until aloud to return to a dody in witch ever universe it's in in what ever time but the only way a soul, some call it, is aloud to go to a universe or time or what ever is if they have there full soul.

You may be asking the fuuuuu, are you talking about!? Well I'll tell you just chill, damn.

You see everyone has a soul thats to big, in a way. So it splits in half and then that is a, as some call it, soul mate. Get it now? Good.

So when one dies wether they found there other half while in a world, or universe, or not dosent matter, but when the other half then dies and they meet up while floating around and get, as some call it, reborn. But I never really labeled any thing in this process. Once one is split and reborthed they forget every thing, but that is my problem... I remember.

If I've been counting right this should be my... Mmm... 45, 46, 47, 48... 48th time. Sigh~

Its not all bad, really it's just the first year and a half. You can hardly move and can't talk grrrrr... It's so agrivating!

But any whooooo~

Now back to my story!

When getting reborthed feels just like jerking when almost asleep. One minute your hugging your perfect other half that hurts a little when away from them, then your screaming because your ass hurts from getting slapped by the douche of a doctor, then your sleeping because sliding your way out of a virgina is very tiring.

When I awoke again I expecter a white roof and blinding lights, but no. I was in arms of what seemed like a male by there big hand resting on my back. By the way their holding me clumsy and trying to be gentil and not doing a very good jod, I would assume they aren't used to being careful around things like, a baby. The rock of the males foot steps and the soft feeling of a black cloak with red thingies patterned on it, and the darkness that held a feel of evil that seemed exciting to me, if that makes any sense, Wait I'm a baby shit dont need to make sense, we're lulling be back to sleep, but before I fell back to sleep I made a cute baby sound to attract the antion of my be holder. My eyes widen at the face of the male carrying me.

So I'm here of all places and shouldn't he be dead was the last thing I thought and bright orange hair was the late thing I saw.