1 Rebirth…?

A man in his 30's opened his eyes and looked to his left, seeing dozens of bags of chips on the floor. He looked around his one bedroom apartment, dull gray walls with some wallpaper on them; he had a regretful look in his eyes. He looked at a small desk with a laptop with a broken screen flicker on it. Then, he looked at his phone and saw his reflection. He saw a man with long, scraggly black hair and an average face. He turned his phone on and it said [3 : 0 0 am 11 / 9 / 2018]

He then reached for a can of Coke. As the fuzzy brown liquid drained down his throat, he looked up at the gray ceiling and thought to himself that he should go outside. After all, he hadn't been outside for weeks. The money that his parents had given him was about to run out, so he thought about giving them a call to ask for more. Standing up from his steak stained white bed he imminently felt his chest chance he grabbed his chest with his left hand and lent on the wall with his right.

*Thud* was heard as he fell to the floor, he obviously wasn't in the right state of mind and couldn't think straight, he thought.

'What's happening' 'what's going on' 'why did I fall' 'why not anyone else' 'I want to live!' 'Please God let me live!'

He was slowly closing his eyes reciting his regrets when he faintly saw a man in a black tailcoat appear before him as his eyes shut completely.

———-

He regained consciousness what felt like a few seconds after he 'passed out.' Regaining consciousness he felt like he was in a thick ocean with four huge walls next to him. All his senses felt foreign as he couldn't see or smell, barely being able to move and hear.

He wondered if this was Heaven but he felt like being in this space for eternity would be more like hell, not like Heaven had any space for him anyways. Having nothing to do he kicks the wall to see if something would happen.

After kicking the wall he heard a small groan from outside the space. He was thinking about what was going on when he felt the water he was in start to rush and the walls start contracting. He started rushing down with the liquid as the walls contracted more he was in so much pain but his screams was barely audible.

He thought, 'This really is hell huh?'

As he started to reach an open area and felt two warm arms holding him, barely opening his eyes he looked at what this thing was. It was an average looking woman with short brown hair looking down at him.

This was when he finally realized.

'I was reborn'

———Time Skip 1 Month——-

It's been a month since I was born, I presumed my mother was in a questionable industry being that every night she comes back with bruises all over her face and arms.

Even so, she still tries to take care of me as much as she can. Although I'm having trouble understanding her language, I'm starting to understand it better. My name in this world is Agnus and it seems this world runs in the medieval times.

Although this childhood would be ok if I was a baby, unfortunately I have the mind of a 30 year old and lying down on this cradle feels more like torture to me. I can barely move any of my limbs and can't speak nor obtain any information. The only time I learn anything is after my mother gets back and reads me stories.

When I first got to this world I was unbelievably happy with many goals and wanted to get rid of my past self, but at this point half of my dreams are fading away and I feel like I'm in solitary confinement. I have never seen the outside and have been kept in a wooden room with only me and a cradle in it. My anger was swelling inside me, I was barely able to even move let alone flip over and I felt as if I was starving due to me only getting breakfast and dinner to be left alone for the middle of the day.

To be honest I was starting to resent my mother for ridiculous reasons like why she gave birth to me when she couldn't take care of herself or leaving a child alone. But I realized that I was just venting my anger that I couldn't do anything for myself.

This was undoubtedly the the worst part of my life, not being able to control myself at all I thought to myself

"Why am I here and can I just grow up already, be responsible for your son dammit."

——-1 Year Time Skip———

13 months have passed since I was born here. My anger was unbelievable and at this point I had completely mixed feelings for my mother. The reason for this is that I had nothing else to release my stress on, I wanted to go outside, explore and live a life that I couldn't live when I was in my old world. Well at least she's nice I thought.

A few hours passed and I was starting to get suspicious at my mothers job at this point. At first I thought she just had an unfortunate job but every day she came into my room with bruises. On top of that there has been screaming and arguing for almost the last full year. My suspicions were about to be answered

A few days later I heard loud thumping noises equivalent to a bear walking on the wood floor. It was not time for my mother to come back so I could flip over and look at the door to see what was going on.

*Boom*

A large hairy bear-like man busts the door open with a bottle of alcohol in his hands. He has large hands, a scraggly beard, unkempt hair and a lot of fat on him. You could tell that he was an alcoholic and at this moment it all clicked.

The bBruises on my mother, wWhy she wouldn't come during the day, why she had a dead expression in her eyes., And why she wouldn't come during the day.

My expression instantly turned from interest to deadly anger. This was the first time I felt really angry at someone since coming to this world and I felt for the first time that I wanted to kill somebody.

*y$7Y5That*Stupi":?>,>This:{{}S?>":{_%The$!Y$&$Thi%&*Sh*$&&$Complains*&*About&&$&That*&$." The hairy man said

I vaguely understood what he was saying due to me barely understanding their language but I understood that he was angry at my mother and me.

That was the moment I had my first true goal,

'I'm going to kill this man.' 'My Father'

——3 Years Later——-

3 years had passed just like that, It all passed in a flash due to me planning this man's funeral party. I had gone outside a few times at this point, although it was only for a few moments with my mother. I would have been very happy at that moment if not for the goal I set for myself, to kill him. I had realized that my suspicions were true and he really is my biological father and he really is a prick.

These years I haven't done nothing of course I had searched the house fully and found any weapons to use against him, these weapons being a half broken bear trap, a knife and some rope. The rope and the knife were easy to find and I luckily found the bear trap in a pile of trash and have been trying to fix it for a year. These were all important for my plan to kill my father. And I was constantly frustrated due to my size and my inability to do anything worthwhile. Other than thinking and planning I could barely do anything. My mother still came into my room with bruises, she still argued with my father and the situation hadn't changed at all. I had begun to see her in a better light as I learned how she was being treated and saving my mother became my goal and my drive.

I already had a plan that would work at this point but I doubt it would work with my current body strength. I realized that I needed strength to be specific arm strength to even be able to hold a knife, so I started to work out. If anyone saw a pre-school looking boy working out they would without a doubt laugh at me, But with the flames of revenge burning in me I ran around my room endlessly until I fell over. I ended my 'Training' with a serious look on my face but slightly curved upwards sides of my mouth.

———4 Years Later———

4 years had passed at this point. I had trained every day and honestly looked like a 10 year old. I had brown hair and hazel eyes inherited from my father it seems I think with a frown. That frown soon turned into a sadistic smile because today was the day I killed him. I look to my left and see a fixed bear trap in front of the door. I thought it looked like a pair of metal dentures but more importantly I was waiting for my father to come home, he usually comes home at sunset with alcohol. My plan bet on him being drunk being that I doubt I could kill him when he was fully aware.

A few minutes passed and I heard murmuring coming from outside the front door. I hid behind the door. A huge man with a long and scraggly beard opened the door and stepped inside.

*SNAP*

"AHHHHHH"

I heard the bear trap go off from behind the door and jumped out and stabbed my fathers other leg and ran back. The bear trap was tied to the floorboards so no matter how much he flailed he couldn't move.

*Thud*

Stepping back forward I felt my adrenaline peak as I stabbed my knife into His chest over and over again.

*Shuk*

*Shuk*

*Shuk*

*Shu- Thud*

In his dying breaths he launched me against the wall. 'Cough' I coughed out some blood although not as much as he was spitting out. I got up and staggered across the room and got behind the man's head.

*Shunk*

I stabbed the knife through his ear and took it out right after.

*Thud*

His head fell on the ground, he was dead. My former sharpened shiny kitchen knife was now dirtied with blood. My head started spinning after realizing what I just did, no matter how prepared I was I had never killed anyone before so it was not a pleasant experience. I frowned and tied my rope to his ankle and tried to drag himof the back door of the house. A few minutes later I get him out of the back door and start rolling him down the hill in the back of our house, he leaves a blood trail on the grass but I don't think too much of it and give him the final push into the river.

*Splash*

His body loudly fell into the water and soon the water turned from clean blue to dark red. I sat on the riverbank bandaging myself up and thought

'What do I do now' 'I've completed my goal what do I do now'

Then I realized something

'Hey this is a new world, a new me, let's go on an adventure.!' I thought to myself.

——6 years later——-

I was outside the door to my house. I had left a letter for my mother who now worked as a waitress and had a sparkling look in her eyes. The note said that I would be exploring the world and living my life to the fullest. I don't think she would take it well but this was something I had decided 6 years ago. I had gotten over the trauma of killing that man and was ready for my next goal.

"To infinity and beyond.!" I said as I left and thought to myself 'Time to have good adventure'

Little did Agnus know that fate had a different plan in store for him.