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

Moving past the gates, Lecia parts ways with us to return to her own room. 


Eric and I head slowly back to our room, after walking for a few minutes Eric spoke for the first time since we got here, 


" You know....I've been meaning to ask you something." 


" What is it ?", I say wondering what my 'best friend' wanted. 


Eric stared ahead of us, debating something in his mind. 


" That conversation with Dina, being your mother and all.....is there anything you want to tell me ?...." 


Oh.....I did tell him something along the lines of 'killing my mother' didn't I ? 


Eric stared at me, a rare smile attached itself to his face, 


" Everybody's allowed to keep secrets....but I think you should learn to lie better, I don't think we can afford another outburst from you." 


" I could do that.....but all of you could just stop hitting and annoying me every chance you get." 


FIVE MONTHS (10)