Vicki Manser

Life after Death

I woke up and immediately closed my eyes again, not liking the brightness of the strange room. I felt myself being moved. Skin-to-skin contact was something my mama told me i craved as a baby, and i found myself nuzzling into someone's chest, relaxing at the touch. I suddenly heard a piercing wail. One that which sounded like a newborn's cries. And that's when i realised, it was me. I shot my head up and was met with bright eyes and a soft smile. Dam, that girl was hot. "Hello, baby girl. Mummy's got you," she cooed. "Mama?  It couldn't be my mama. She died along with Edward twelve days after we were born, right?. "Miss Paris? She's safe to go," I heard someone say. Well. This was strange. I was lay down and felt padding between my legs. I tried to look down but 'mummy' made sure I didn't see as she changed me into a new whatever it was and a baby grow. I wanted to shout and argue but I did the only thing I could do. Cry, cry, and cry. But of course she tried to comfort me and lay me against her chest. I was surprise when I found my sails and sobs turned to silent tears and sniffles as she cooed over me. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad afterall?