Reincarnated Into A RPG as the most hated party member

AM I REALLY A BABY?

Once upon a time I was walking down a road hand in hand with my fiance, and then suddenly I was dead. Can you believe that?, well I sure can't.

I have no clue why my best friend stabbed me instead of him as she did curse at My dear, sweet, loving cheater of a fiance. Do you hear sarcasm, I hope you do!

Anyway apparently it was my fault he hadn't kept to his promise and broken our engagement and because of this I got stabbed, him? Well actually I have no clue if he was hurt or not, and even though I could never forgive him for his actions and the fact that they lead to my death, I wouldn't wish anyone death. However that being said I hope the asshole rots in hell.

This story has one problem, I should be dead. Not looking up at mobile, this is pure torture, the damn elephant keeps giving me evils I want to rip its head off, also I don't know why I keep focusing on the elephant, it's a distraction I could do without. I tried to grab out for it only to notice how tiny and delicate my hands are, in fact they remind me of a baby. Did the elephant just stare at me again? Goddamn it, I should be focusing on other things like the fact I can't get up and grab the elephant. Wait a moment I can't stand up! I scream, perhaps this wasn't ladylike but if you were in my shoes you would do the same thing. The only issue was that my scream sounded alot like a baby crying and to my confusion a women came rushing in, I was horrified.

When I could finally see her, her eyes spoke of a beautiful soul and her movements told me the need for nurture.I felt safe as she picked me up, I know right then that I was loved something I could latch onto in some way this women had just rescued me. As she sang softly it reminded me of music in a summer breeze, I didn't need to cry anymore, I know now that this woman is my mother. Something I never had as Jessica Smith

Yes I died, and now I'm not dead. Instead I have been reborn and somehow still have all the memories and life experiences I once had.

As the song carried on, my eyes fluttered shut and I had fallen fast asleep. The last thing I saw was my mother smile a gift that could only be called beauiful.