Born In Fiction

I had been walking home at the time. While passing by an alleyway I saw someone getting attacked. I've never been able to stand watching people being hurt. Maybe I should've called the police or someone to help deal with this, but it would've been too late.

I raced over towards them and pushed the man off the young girl, then punched him in the face.

" Don't touch her asshole." I snapped at him sharply.

The man stands up, pulls out a knife, and arrogantly says, " I can do whatever I want, girl."

I rolled my eyes irritated, I smirked at him and say mockingly, " Wanna test that theory peaches?"

He chuckles as he waved his hand, a man comes out from behind the edge of the alleyway. " How about we teach you a lesson princess?" Bad guy #1 says.

'Oh Fuck.' This is my most prominent thought. I can handle one guy, two will be more difficult. From what he was about to do to the other girl, I have a feeling it won't end well for me.

I keep myself standing tall, if I give up, I won't stand a chance at all. I glance around and see a pipe. As they advance towards me, I dive for it. I manage to get my hand wrapped around it and swing it as hard as I can at Bad guy #1 since he was closest to me.

He falls to the ground with a thud, staying there. Bad guy #2 comes rushing at me. I swing but miss, unfortunately. He grabs ahold of the pipe and yanks it out of my hand then swings it at me.

I fall to the ground in a heap. A painful, " Oomph," leaves my mouth.

He walks over to me and yanks my hair harshly; I hold back any sounds. I kick out my leg quickly and he ends up landing on top of me, I spit out, " Shit."

He sits on top of me and locks my arms behind my back, so I can't get him off. He backhands me hard causing my face to hit the concrete hard on impact.

I spit in his face and snap, "You bastard." He chuckles as he grabs my chin, " You're a rather pretty girl aren't ya? If you didn't knock my friend out, I would've wanted to share you with him, but now you're all mine."

I swing my legs up and wrap them around his waist, then flipped him off me. I sit on top of him and as I'm about to smack him everything suddenly goes black.

My last thought is about my twins and how I'm so happy that they're safe at their grandma's right now.

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SOMEWHERE

I don't know where I am. All I know is that It's dark and I'm in some sort of bubble floating around or something.

I try to wiggle my fingers, but they feel like they're fused. I feel like I'm either floating or flying. Right now, I think death isn't so bad If It's like this. It's almost fun.

Albeit it was rather boring though. Ironic, Isn't it? How can something be boring but also fun? It just Is.

I can't exactly see either, so that doesn't help me figure out where I'm currently at, but maybe I'm nowhere. A mystery! If only Scooby doo and the gang were here! Joking, joking. But hey, I'm the dead one here, right?

At least I know my kids are well taken care of. I always had good parents.

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I'm not exactly sure how long I've been in here, wherever here is. I have however realized that I can't make any noise, at all. Though I can hear things, vaguely or sometimes feel something bumping me around.

I can open my eyes now too. I'll admit, I'm not very impressed. It's still rather dark in here, but at least my fingers are no longer fused and I found out that I seem to be in a sack of some sort.

Today I'm kind of hearing someone cooing and laughing, much longer than the previous days. I've become quite certain that I was going to be reborn as a baby and I'll admit I'm kind of disappointed that there aren't any pearling gates or raging hellfire, but who am I to judge the great design?

Maybe I'll be a witch from Harry Potter! It's such a bummer that fictional worlds don't exist as alternate worlds. It'd be interesting. However, my memories are still intact and by a gigantic longshot I am reborn into a fictional world, I wouldn't be able to be with my twins which would be disastrously disappointing.

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I've been disappointingly stuck in here for, like forever. Though I've decided that I'm going to make my next life more exciting. I'll be goofier and just enjoy life more. Assuming I'm being reborn of course. You can't be reborn in a time before you were originally born, right? So, I'd have to be born after 2020? Right? Because at least I can get the music I like then.

Maybe I'll be a stripper ........... Nah I'll probably punch someone.

I could run a strip club ............ Nah I'll probably still punch someone.

Hmm. Oh! I know, I could run one of those bakery/cafe things! That'd be fun. Baking is enjoyable.

Oh! Or I could be an assassin or a part of the CIA! Or do both! Then I could legally punch someone!

Eh, I'll figure it out as I go, I suppose. Maybe I'll be an archeologist! I've always wanted to be one of those.

Anyways It's boring here. I feel like I could go crazy, but alas I'm used to not talking to many people so I can work with this.

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BIRTH

Well, I'll admit, I finally saw the light. Let's just say that while being able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, it was not the type of tunnel I'd have wanted to go through. It seems that I'll remember this and that's just yucky.

I will happily announce that my baby self did not cry! Hehe. Take that, docs.

I look at my new mommy. She looked pretty, fuzzy, but pretty. Though she looks familiar somehow. Maybe I'm just imagining it, I see mostly fuzziness right now anyways.

I noticed some other lady standing at the side. Then I heard, " Bonnie, her name will be Bonnie Bennett."

I choked on my baby spit. No fucking way. Nah uh. Oh no. Not a chance. Fuck this shit, no way am I gonna be Bonnie Bennett.

I loved her character, for the most part, but no way. She has bad fucking luck. Seriously. Then there's the fact that they think they can make her do anything they want her to.

No way. No fucking way am I doing that shit. I'll charge them millions. I'll give them aneurysms so bad, that they'll be wishing they could die.

Or If I'm lucky I'm just hallucinating and my new mom is a drug addict, so, I didn't hear that.

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2 WEEKS OLD

Nope, no such luck. Bad luck I suppose. So now, when I can at least walk around decently or when I'm four, I'll be kidnapping Grams' spellbooks to practice or at least break off from those bitchy ancestors. Because no way in hell, am I being bossed around by anybody.

Much less a bunch of dead people who want me to do whatever they want regardless of whether or not their judgment is clouded by bullshit. I will also train my powers better.

Hmm, I wonder when flaky mommy Is gonna run off and leave me with my Grammy?

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