《It is My Turn》


 A Terrifying Storm

    I have lived for so long.


    I was once a blade of grass, a small stone on the road side. I even experienced living as a cloud blown by the northern winds, which was really an icy experience.


    Through each new life, my memory of the last ones never faded and I still remember everything all the way back to the first time I became aware of my own existence.


    While I was leisurely bathing under the sunlight or lying in the depths of the sea, I came across some interesting creatures. Whether it was mermaids, fairies or even normal human beings, I always spectated on them from afar.


    What seemed more intriguing for me was watching how they interacted with each other, how they fought and laughed together. I don''t know when it happened, but I soon started wondering what it would be like to experience those feelings and to become one of them.


    I have long since held into this extravagant wish of mine until one day...


    One day, I opened my eyes but I wanted to close them straight away. It was so bright that my eyes started to sting and I couldn''t help but blink. And I though, what''s this strange feeling. So unpleasant.


    But I forced myself to open them again and then, what I saw before me put in a bit of a daze. It wasn''t the first time that I saw humans and it wasn''t also the first time that they''ve looked at me but I felt that it was quite different.


    I looked at the two people before me and what I saw in their eyes while they were looking back was a totally unfamiliar expression. Before, their eyes were as calm as a quiet pool of water. However at that moment, I could see tiny ripples in them. Then those ripples started merging with each other, forming startlingly huge waves, which all came rushing straight at me.


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    I was so scared that I rushed to close my eyes once more and didn''t want to open them again from fear of facing that tsunami a second time.


    Then, I didn''t know why but I started trembling all over. But I reckon, there was nothing shaking me. I wanted to open my eyes to make sure of it, but I was still very much scared. Moreover, at that point, I was even more panicked by that unstoppable trembling and so, I felt it worsen by the second.


    Suddenly, I heard some frightening shriek, I was shocked to the point I nearly felt my soul leaving my corpse. The only good thing that happened after that was that all the agitation from before stopped still, and everything around me became suddenly quiet.


    I thought it was finally over and started relaxing and unconsciously opened my eyes. The sight before me, then, scared me out of my wits. Thus I was thoroughly and deeply shaken for the second time in this damned day.


    What was reflected in my eyes was a huge close up of a woman''s face. Slowly, those eyes that kept fixed on me continued getting closer and closer, and I started feeling something pounding stronger and louder inside me.


    I really wanted to close my eyes a second time and hope all of this would soon disappear in the darkness of my consciousness like it did before. But before I could do so, I felt a warm and moist sensation brushing over me and-


    I cannot bear it any longer.


    Soon the trembling started all over again and I heard those terrifying cries loudly resounding in the air and I couldn''t help feeling extremely distressed.


    But I still wasn''t prepared for the highlight of the show, the last straw that would make me ultimately lose my mind.


    Eventually, I felt my whole body being lifted from the strangely soft ground that I was lying on, straight into the air. I didn''t know why but I had some irrational thoughts, I feared that I would soon fall. But, hey, I''ve always reincarnated to some lifeless scrap. How could I even get hurt, or feel any pain.


    Even if I tried to calm down by letting those words play on a loop inside of my head, I couldn''t keep that strong belief -stemming from the depths of my soul- from invading each and every inch of my mind. Then, I really could not think any longer, drowning in that storm of creepy noises and continuous swaying.


    -


    From my parent''s point of view:


    "Oh, he finally opened his eyes. Look at that sullen face. What a cutie."


    "Eh, he started crying straight away."


    "Maybe you scared him with your ugly face."


    "Heh, I''m not talking to you anymore. Here, I''ll give you a big kiss my baby."


    "See, he started crying again. He probably hates you. Let me hold him, he always calms down when in my arms."


    "He''s bawling even more, it''s working so well."


    "Just shut up."


    "Hand him over to me, I know he wants his mummy right now."


    "Get back your hands. Let me calm him down first. I''ll show you how to do it."


    "I said, give him back. Look, he''s thoroughly terrified and crying harder. Give me back MY baby."


    "Only YOUR baby? Oh, right. I thought so too before. Maybe I''m not even his true father. Here, don''t let him near me from now on."


    "Scram, I never want to see you again."


    -


    And that was the first time I met with my parents.

 Love me, even though just a bit

    I was already two years old now.


    Through those two years, I have learned quite a lot about this word.


    First, it was a single realm word. There were no higher realms or lower ones, or at least, people there still didn¡¯t know of its existence.


    Second, people here had very low spiritual power, it was almost none existent. I think it may be related to the fact that the surrounding energy wasn¡¯t strong enough to nourish their souls, as well as their poor compatibility with it.


    Lastly, since this word was running low on spiritual power, it mainly concentrated on developing its technologies. But even so, this field still wasn¡¯t fully developed, only failing but a bit from being a low level technology word, its level was actually medium.


    In fact, it wasn¡¯t that bad. They have already invented many transport means even reaching the outer space, although it was yet too soon for them to begin its full exploration. There were many original and useful creation, although they were still far from reaching their full potential.


    All in all, it was quite satisfied with my current predicament. Since I¡¯ve always looked at those marvelous things from afar, l didn¡¯t have a deep understanding of them nor how I should use them exactly. That¡¯s why, I have been very excited about this new experience and entirely devoted in my learning process.


    I admit that I¡¯ve committed some little blunders, actually the number wasn¡¯t that little nor was the damage that light. But I had always been accompanied by big sister Gui. She was responsible for taking care of me since my mother was very busy at work. She started raising me on her own after she separated from my father.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    Back then, there were some issues about me being or not his true flesh-and-blood child. Since he had discovered my mother unfaithfulness, he couldn¡¯t stop himself from doubting her words. It was only after obtaining the DNA results that the situation was ultimately resolved.


    After a long bloody fight over that custody thing, it was eventually my mother who won. At first, I got to see my father every week but slowly, his visits got more and more scarce until the day my mother told me he wouldn¡¯t come anymore.


    That day, it was already dark outside when she finally returned home, a little later than usual. She made such a loud noise while staggering into the house that it had suddenly pulled me awake, in shock.


    She clumsily made her way to the bedroom, knocking down some stuff in her path. My little cradle was situated in a corner beside the large bed. I sniffed a very sour stench that strongly pervaded the air. It was so unpleasant that, coupled with the earlier fright, I was no more able to hold back my sobs and control my easily swayed tear ducts.


    Thus, I shamefully started bawling, just like a little baby, which made me feel en more bitter and depressed.


    My mother was clearly annoyed by my cries. Apparently, she had a great headache. She went forward near the cradle and then she casted such a heavy stare on me from high above. When I looked at her face, it was as if I was struck by lightning. The emotions in her eyes were very complex but her gaze soon turned cold and I could even feel a layer of frost slowly crawl over my back.


    I really wished I could stop crying, but her stare made me even more agitated and which made my bowls grow louder, sharper and more pitiful.


    She too suddenly began to yell: ¡°Shut up! What are you crying for? So bothersome.¡±


    After she finished speaking, I was so frightened I instantly quieted down, making the room dive into a death still silence.


    After a few more seconds, she calmly resumed her speech: ¡°Your father won¡¯t come for you anymore. He has already remarried. He will have new children of his own and soon forget about you.¡±


    Then she added in a bit of a reproachful tone: ¡°I too am still young. I too deserve to be happy, I too should get married. Why can¡¯t I do that? Why can¡¯t you let me be happy?¡± She slightly pause for a bit, lowered her gaze so that she was not longer looking into my eyes, and softly whispered: ¡°Why should you exist?¡±


    I don¡¯t think she remembers what happened on that night, or what she said.


    Before that day, I never thought that my life could have been such a burden for her to carry, such a sorrow for her to bear.


    I was actually very grateful towards her for giving birth to me and realizing my dearest dream, for being the first person who gifted me with love. Now, even if she was upset, even if my heart slightly stings, I still want to cherish these feelings. I will do my best and I hope I would be able to alleviate some of her suffering.


    Maybe she would be a little less sad and angry. Maybe she would be able to forgive me someday and then come to love me again, even though just a bit.