Brandon Parker | TVD

So then it began

 Portland, Oregon 1972

I absolutely fucking hate it here.

For some reason, everything about this felt wrong. However, the more I realized that I couldn't seem to make out anything around me. I was starting to wonder if I actually made it out alive. The beeping and distorted sounds surrounding me didn't comfort me in the slightest, it was those shriveling screams that made me feel agitated and even more confused. 

One second I was listening to nothing. You could have heard a pin drop, and then, suddenly there was suddenly a sound filled with such terror that my entire being felt it. It seemed with every passing minute the new screams didn't seem to stop.

But I did, my stomach dropping when a clear and soft voice spoke up. "Brandon. His name will be Brandon North Parker..."

Did that mean I was dead?

There was a hand resting against the top of my head. I jerked to the side and away from the person. I was still just trying to comprehend what I was seeing. The moment I opened my eyes, it was like the world around me was dimmed. I was in some woman's arms, her eyes held too much emotion.

I was ignoring the headache that was finally hitting me from all of the movement and sounds in the hospital room. I sniffled a little, which was when I realized that I must've been crying. The hand pet my head and I tried to pull myself away from the woman.

I kept thinking that, this wasn't real-- that this wasn't actually happening...

But the crying wouldn't stop, the beeping from the machines wouldn't stop, this woman wouldn't stop. 

I was gasping for a breath, a faint 'shh' was barely registered. I opened my mouth to speak, but only a faint noise came out. I wanted to yell, but I could barely bring my voice above a gurgle. It didn't sound like me. A pressure built up in my chest as I continued to try and pull myself free. Completely unaware of the objects that were shaking violently all around me. The crying babies continued to torment me.

There was an echo of voices, "He needs to calm down."

 The intense pain behind my eyes grew worse. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew that I did not want any of this. I felt someone lift me from the woman's arms, I felt myself suddenly grow weaker when the person carried me in their arms.

"Nothing for you to worry about yet, he'll be fine." 

When I was no longer in the strange man's arms, the sound of cooing made me realize he left me with other babies. I felt the man put his large hand on the top of my head before he muttered something under his breath, along the lines of 'Jesus.'

I closed my mouth and took in a deep breath through my nose, I did this three more times before there was another crying baby placed right beside me. It could have been minutes that I spent just staring at the bald baby who had finally calmed down. The one wrapped in a light pink blanket was basically attached to me while it kept her eyes glued up to the ceiling.

When I looked back over at the now calm baby beside me. it seemed to just remain still as it blinked blankly at me. It was like the longer it stared at me, the more empty I felt. My eyes were simply looking through him at this point.

My attention was quickly brought back when I smelled the rancid smell of-- I narrowed my eyes at the culprit. The monstrous balding infant beside him was still grunting. I just straightened up and tried to move away from the smell, only to back up into a wall, that was the other baby.