Ahhhhhhh. Baby Story.

As I lay there thinking to myself, who have I become? I don’t know anymore, life is just passing me by without any significance. I live in this nice house with another girl named Olivia, I don’t recall how I met her, but she said we met right at the house. I get to baby sit her kids once in a while. She’s always taking care of me, and asking questions about my past. I don’t remember my past very much, probably because of the incidents that had happened way back when; don’t ask me now cause I have no idea. I read this journal that I wrote and it tells me about my life, but I can’t recall it, and I personally don’t think it was mine. I am finally getting my life back and learning new things about myself. Slowly I am remembering some things. They tell me that I had an accident a year back and I just don’t understand. Sometimes I feel like a little kid that doesn’t know how to acquire the knowledge I am learning. That’s ok for now; I am starting to be happy with myself, and have family and friends that see me everyday.
I woke up like a usual morning, but the sun was shining right in my bedroom window like it was a sign from God telling me today was going to be a great day. Olivia had cooked some bacon, eggs, and waffles ((my favorite.)) Enjoying breakfast I headed off to the gym, and then came home and showered. I saw this baby just laying on the road and figured hey, I have to go save it. I decided to walk back to my home with this baby and ask Olivia for help. “OLIVIA, OLIVIA ARE YOU HOME??” No reply. I didn’t know what to do, so I called my mom and she didn’t answer either.
Stopping by these people on the road, I wanted them to bring me to the cop shop, and they started laughing. Time to go home now, we’ll even bring you. While screaming, and panting they wouldn’t take me seriously, looking at me like I was a dumb ass. I decided well I’m going to nurture this baby as if it was my own. So I went out and used my mother’s credit card to buy a crib and some baby supplies. We had fun together; I was growing to love this child. I planned to keep it; it was mine, officially mine. I can keep this child; I can love it, finally a child of my own. We had a great time, I knew how old she was for some reason and I had some formula in my cupboard.
Olivia came home and freaked out, “What are you doing with her? Why do you have her???? KAIDEN bring her home right NOW!” “No, she was left by me, and I have a right to keep her.” “No, you don’t, you can’t keep doing this it’s not funny.” Thinking to myself, what is she talking about I’ve never seen this baby, again, do what again?
They brought me to this building, I knew I’ve been here before, maybe out to eat or something for the congrats on a new baby possibly! Not a chance…it was a mental hopsital cause I like to steal babies...