Episode 1-1

A great force is hurting my thighs, i dont understand of what they are saying as i hear them talking. those giant unknown voices scares me since i can't open my eyes.

I feel that my body is wrapped by something and carrying my whole body. what in the freaking hell is this?

I tried to move but my body is so weak and scarred

the pain in my back and front is killing me together with the constant force pressing my thighs.

'I'm FUCKING ALIVE OKAY!' my thought trying to speak of who is doing that but all i hear was me screaming.

wait, i cant speak. i know its mine because it came out of my mouth, my eyes is still closed struggling to open them and i also notice that i have no teeth.

What in the hell is happening?

Several voices as i hear once the loud sound of a object of some sort,and carrying me out so easily but they are so gentle.

despite my eyes are closed, i can see how bright the surrounding is because the faint light in my eyelid so i forced myself to open them.

even though i'm slowly opening it, the blinding light at first became clearer as my sight adjusting. I saw 8 giant faces, looking at me with fondness.

okay, why are they so big. Get out to my face, i dont know you!

they start talking again as they were shocked of what i did, so the voices came from them.

i tried to reach them using my arms but i am also in surprise too.

the rambling voice, no teeth, feeling of being short, those giant beings and lastly, my tiny arms and hands.

I'm an infant!

still moving my arms espacially my hands since im trying to sink in of what was happening.

i died right? still trying to remember everything, i am shot to the head by lieutenant macaraig and then now became infant, did i go back in time?

seems odd, i think i'm at the hospital. too luxurious to be a public but the nuns at the orphanage said that i was born at the public hospital in kawit.

they put me in a bed and unwrapped me of the white cloth, only two persons are handling me. as i turn around to the room, i am the only one in here.

i chilled from the sudden cold of the room that i cant take it. i try to shout but i expressed like a cry, okay my only communication is cry.

they put me at the center and contain me in apparatus, the cold became cozy when the yellow light open heating my skin. i feels so comfortable now to the point i got sleepy so i close my eyes then sleep.

i realized i was in a incubator, meaning im still underdeveloped as an infant, i dont know but im too damn big for an infant because if one of them trying to hold me is needed to use both arms to support my back to carry me.

i dont know if its day or night because i only stay here in this room and i cant even stand. i just lie down either awake or asleep, there one of the 2 persons is always checking up on me.

i think they are my parents and both of them are doctors because they are treating me like a patient. since im the only one in the room, i believe that this is not a hospital. I'm living at a house and they have incubator?

okay, what's wrong to me? besides my scars to my back and my chest, i dont sense something wrong.

so its always been like that, i just lie down in a incubator; drink milk and sleep, if i poop there is a diaper so no worries. sometimes they turned it off so they can hold me up in their arms. both of them are baby talking me for sure since they are trying to talk to me but i only smile to them fondly, i feel so weak every time i go out in the incubator so i dont move my body too much.

time passes by until my whole body hurts so much. i cry a lot of it due to pain, i see my body causing black veins in my chest, throbbing headache and tearing of my muscles. Both of them rushing to the room to see what is going on.

As soon as they see me, my mother open the incubator while he urgently preparing something.

they are talking to themselves on what to do, maybe they know on what to do.

laying down in great pain, they surround me with a unknown powder my father prepared and they both murmuring something to themselves then they puncture themselves to bleed on their thumb using a needle and spread their blood on the bed with a assorted colored powder.

both of their right hands with a puncture wound at the top of my body then suddenly-

"Auri." they said in unison, flashing lights raining down upon me. the pain that i feel slowly alleviating, the pulsating throb of my head becoming lightheadedness and my muscles painfully growing back. its not as hurtful than moment ago, but im in comfort now.

i got scared because the black veins in my body, they slowly disappearing but it emerges as a rampaging black smoke. they are lashing in the air but i hear the scream of the smoke, like a shout of a roaring beast in the mega animal movies. that's when both my parents use their left hands at the same time, like rotating a faucet then the powder rising around me and when they clasp their both hands the powder and the black smoke combine.

my eyes opens widely when the black smoke is struggling to get out of the powder embodying it, then a dying scream came out causing a sudden brownout.

the lights came out in a few seconds and i see my parents pale faces, what in the world was that?

is that magic? holy shit, i never thought it this way because of the my surroundings is just like i the world i used to. i dont know where country i am now but based on their faces, my mother is asian and my father has a spanish descent with mix of malay because of his brown color and eyes. i can be anywhere but i can be sure i'm in an asian country.

My lightheadedness causing me to pass out but i got so sad due to my parents exhausted faces, i began to cry with my eyes tearing up as i eventually pass to sleep.

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the next i wake up, nobody is there but i'm inside the incubator again as usual. what happened last time is dangerous, i felt that it would kill me if not to be monitored. i understand why both of them is so keenly checking me up regularly because of that kind of situation may happen.

they cannot leave me out here unattended despite im sleeping all the time in the incubator.

Mother opens the door holding a bottle of milk to feed me. She got me out and hold me while drinking from the bottle, i look at her with sad eyes because of what happened. her pale face is getting better now but i can tell that she didnt recovered fully and still doing her usual routine, she sense it when she looks at me because she babytalk me feeling that i shouldnt feel sorry and she keeps caressing my head.

father also coming to the room while i was feeding, like my mother; but he looks worse than i thought but the relief is evident when he see me and my condition is normal like nothing happened.

the only thing i can do for them is to smile that i am okay. I didnt know that the this things like miniscule things to others weigh so heavily to two of them, i promise to myself that i will always smile since it will make them both happy.

I may not have parents looking after me in the past life, i will cherish this to the new life has given to me.