I'm a loser that writes for a living.

Now that I'm about to kill myself, I can proudly admit that fact.
I was born a loser and now I'm gonna die a loser

So, with much vigor, I decided to jump off a bridge. But when the moment came I got cold feet and decided to not kill myself.

But I still died.....

Turns out being drunk and standing on a very thin railing was not that safe and the fact that I don't know how to swim wasn't helping.

Mission failed successfully, I suppose.

But what's this?
Why are my arms so tiny?
Why can't I stand up?
I have turned into a baby!

Literally.

WAIT.
Why is this world so strangely familiar?

Isn't this world based on a novel I wrote long ago...

I reincarnated as a baby in my novel's world !??

'' Sigh...''

Fuck this shit, I'm out.

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Deranged Writer's Afterword

Emilia and the others were talking but their voices failed to reach me, my eyes refused to look away from Martin and Clara. 


If they were indeed her grandparents, I'm sure they would have told me.....right ? 


" Are you okay, Gammy ?", Emilia rushed forward with concern etched on her face. 


I watch as the others all move forward to help clean away the broken shards of the plates and food...well not all of them. Lecia and Eric stared in shock at Martin and Clara....just like me. 


I explicitly told Lecia about the new hosts that I had found in the hospital and I'm sure that Eric knows as well... 


Surprisingly, the fact that I killed Emilia's grandparents bothered me less than the fact that Lecia and Eric knew the truth. 


I feel an array of different emotions running through me...shame, guilt, fear, anger. But even with all these emotions bubbling inside me....I did nothing. 


FIVE MONTHS (6)