I open my eyes to this hellish landscape once again, the world I've come to detest so much, earth. I had been reborn once more. Hundreds of deaths, and hundreds of life's.
I've learned how to do everything, yet I can't seem to do anything right. All I feel now is empty. It doesn't matter what I do, He will follow me, and He will take from me.
In this life, and the next. That is my future, and that is my fate. So I can't seem to feel joy anymore.
'Or maybe I was born as a psychopath in this life.' I mused to myself, as my new mother held me in her arms, smiling at me gently with tears in her eyes. She had no idea that her baby was a stillborn, already dead, and that I had just occupied it's body. Like the disgusting parasitic worm that I am.
The doctors must think it's a miracle for a heart to start beating without any stimulus. I giggled as I looked at my young brown haired mother. I needed to act the part of a baby.
I've come to enjoy these years, having to do nothing but relax, and have everyone else do things for me. These were always my most cherished memories.
The loving warmth of my mothers always amazed me. It used to fill me with an indescribable joy and sense of safety. But I knew that they couldn't do anything against Him. It was only a matter of time before I died, and I would be their welcoming it with open arms once more.