Real Life

My life sucks. I mean there might be someone else that has it worse than me but personally I feel like I'm trying to balance on the edge of a cliff, not knowing when I'm going to stumble off the edge.

Currently I'm six years old, i started getting fragments of random memories when I was five but now I know that those memories were from my past life.

I was excited at first that like all those reincarnation or transmigration novels I have memories of my past life plus I was placed in a world that can only be described by two words.

Fantasy and magic.

In my past life I've always wanted to experience reincarnation or transmigration but I've now realized it's not all happy and magical.

The body i reincarnated in is a lab experiment of all things.

I've only ever met some scientists that come with trays that have medical utensils that they use to inject stuff into my body. I don't know what they inject but every time they inject something it always comes with side effects.

That's why I've grown to despise the days where I have to take these injections. I mean sure the after effects are inconvenient and sometimes harmful but the real pain is with the injections. They always hurt, some more than others.

Sometimes they take medical knives and cut into me, I don't know why. Probably to conduct more experiments.

I don't even know why I get experimented on or how I ended up here. I'm pretty sure I heard something about how I have a rare type of blood, it could also be my talent in magic as well.

I've overheard conversations about other lab experiments and how I get the most injections, which I think is unfair. I've also heard about how some experiments have died because the injections were too intense. Hope that doesn't happen to me.

They are also pretty harsh to me. especially since I'm just a six year old, I mean they do give me food and water also a place to sleep but that isn't the problem.

The problem is that the food is mostly scraps from people who ate it before me. The water has not been cleaned and is tinted a brownish-grey color. My bed is super thin, it feels like I'm lying on the floor. they don't even give me a pillow they just give me some thin dirty blanket.

The people here just treat and act like I'm an item to be used, they don't even call me by a name. When they're addressing me they just say 'it' or 'that thing'.

there's also this one girl that is named Matilda, I think she's around 25-30 and she always treated me kind. unlike all the others that treat me like I'm a something disgusting or some even look at me as though I'm a monster. I mean I don't think I even did anything to them they just decided that I was an inconvenience or just thought I was a straight up monster.

Matilda actually treats me like I'm a person. she calls me Buddy since I was never given a name. also whenever she's the one feeding me she sneaks in a piece of dessert with my scraps.

Everyone thinks that I look up to her like a child looks up to their mother but in reality they couldn't be more wrong. Ever since she started being nice to me I've caught a glimpse at her putting a weird purple mixture into the desserts.

also even if she's great at acting I can see that in her eyes she looks at me as though I'm just a lowly insect that she can walk on.