But Make it the Fucked Up Version Where the World has Gone to Shit

Chapter One: Shitty Birth

I drifted in a soft, warm sea, wrapped in a cocoon of peace. The rhythm of my mother's heartbeat was my song, steady and soothing. I felt safe, cradled in the gentle currents of her life. Outside, the world whispered through layers of warmth and muffled sounds, but I was content.

Then, without warning, the calm shattered. A sharp tightening gripped me, squeezing, pulling, a force I had never known. I wanted to stay, to linger in my quiet haven, butt the pressure grew relentless. A cold fear crept in. Something was wrong.

Bright lights pierced the darkness, and a cacophony of voices filled the air - strange, loud, overwhelming. I was pulled, wrenched from the only home I'd know. The warmth faded, and I was thrust into a world that felt harsh and bright.

I gasped, my first breath an icy shock. It burned my lungs and sent me into a wailing cry - a sound of panic, of confusion. I didn't understand; I was here, but I was lost.

Hands touched me, firm and unfamiliar. Faces loomed, eyes wide with excitement, but I could only sense their joy as a distant echo. Their smiles felt like a storm, swirling around me, but I was too raw, too fragile to join in their delight. I missed the soft pulse of my mother, the lullabies of her body.

I wanted to be held close, to feel the familiar rhythm of her heartbeat against my cheek, but instead, I was passed from stranger to stranger. Their voices were soothing, but I didn't understand their words. I wanted to cry, to scream, to tell them how much I missed my safe cocoon.

A soft hand finally settled on my head, and I turned, seeking the warmth I craved. But it wasn't the same. My mother was here, but we were apart, the bond stretched thin, frayed by the abruptness of this new world.

In her embrace, I felt the warmth begin to seep back, but the world outside was still loud and sharped. I closed my eyes, searching for the soft darkness I had lost. In this new place, I could only mourn the quiet sanctuary I had left behind.