It's been three long, draining weeks since I've been reborn. I'm actually surprised I'm still alive considering the circumstances. Maids swarm around me like bees to the point where i can almost actually hear the buzzing. I have come to except the fact that I've been given a second chance but i never would have imagined it would turn out like this. I'm unaware of who my farther and mother are, for i haven't even heard about or seen them once since reincarnating. The scary looking man i had encountered in my room was also nowhere to be found.
"Waaaah"
I was crying but I didn't know why. Maybe it was my instincts to miss my parents or the loneliness of being being surrounded by people who didn't actually know me and constantly abused me.
Out of the corner of my eye i saw one of the many maids approach. She then proceeded to point out to the other maids that i had soiled myself.
Oh...so that's why I was crying...T///T
Embarrassment flushed over me. I can't believe this! Was this my punishment for taking my previous life for granted? I really can't tell if this is torture or a blessing in disguise!
In my previous life, i was nothing more then a shut in weeb who had no social life or family. My life was taken from me by a sudden, abnormal lightning strike! Next thing i knew i woke up to this.
The maid coldly picked me up and ignored my soiled self. The next thing I knew, a bottle full of what seemed like chocolate milk was shoved down my throat. It tasted putrid, like toilet water, but i was too weak to push it away. The women around me began to giggle rather disturbingly. Their entertained eyes reminded me of an animals as they continued to stare and giggle at my actions.
One thing was for certain, the people here saw me as a joke.
I could feel the disgusting, cold substance in my mouth as I desperately tried to spit it out. Her hand wouldn't budge. Was no one going to help me? The 'drink' made me feel sick to my stomach. I desperately struggled in her arms, trying to catch my breath. But the more i tried the harder she pushed the bottle. "Please...anyone...help me...!" If I could speak i would be screaming those words.
Even though i was in so much pain from her nails digging in the my arm and the bottle being pushed down my throat i knew no one would come to my rescue. I was just a forgotten child.