Uhh. . Huh?

Chapter 1 - Soo. . I died and Now I'm A Baby?

I died while I was helping out around a campfire. Unfortunately the fire was still going and I also unfortunately got pushed in by an asshole jock in my class who thought it'd be funny to see someone on fire.

I . . It hurt, it fucking hurt and no one helped me out of it, they watched me burn curiously. . . I don't think I can trust anyone ever again after that.

Not that I'd need to, I did die after all.

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Rebirth

Being reborn was honestly a bit terrifying and something that I don't think I ever want to go through again. . . Ever. The first thing I hear when I wake is this.

"Dennis" I hear my mother say with a sigh "You know that I can't let you raise her, she's my baby and Richard would be so angry."

"He'll be angry when he finds out you cheated on him carol." Dennis says sharply "she's my daughter too Carol."

"I gave birth to her, she will stay with me." Mom says fiercely.

"Then I will tell Richard all about this Carol, you know that I will."

"He'd find out someday anyways"

Dennis scoffs annoyed "Do you even think he'd let you keep her."

"He'll probably change her hospital records so that it shows that he is her father, he doesn't care for scandals."

"And if he has me killed for this?"

My new mom sighs "then leave, he won't chase after you."

"But he would you."

"I'm his wife." She says resigned and then my father sighs sadly.

"Fine, but when she's 18 I'll be here for her carol, she's mine too and she deserves to know her real father."

I hear my mother swallow nervously and mutter "alright" then I hear foot steps and hjm leaving.

"Oh Lottie," she says sadly "hopefully Richard won't be too mad at us."

Turns out Not Dad wasn't too mad at her, only me. Uncle Mason is my favorite though, he's funny and it's not just because I'm sooo bored either. He is funny.

My big half-brother is adorable too, his name is Tyler and he's really good at making baby faces but he's not much older then me so I'm sure that has to do with it.

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2 Years Old

Around two years old there began a pattern where if I was in the room at all Not Dad would get angry, about anything really, I breathed too loudly, I also quietly played too loudly even when I wasn't playing anything.

On the other hand my Not Dad could be sweet and it's quite confusing actually because I don't know if I'll get a nice Not Dad or a Mean/Cranky Not Dad you know?

My mom is always nice though, so that's good. Tyler is a little rascal however and he thinks it's funny if I fall down, he's a twerp really and he's only 11 months older then me so Ma says that when we go to school we'll be in the same grade.

They've been just saying that we're twins and I was just very small, they have a Gilbert doctor person who changed my birth certificate so that my real father doesn't appear on it, which is really messed up in a lot of ways honestly.

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3 Years Old

I met a few kids today, a Bonnie, Caroline, Elena and a little boy named Jeremy. They seem pretty cool for little people I guess, it's not like I can talk about psychology with my Mom you know? She'd freak out, I just know it.