Love. Unstable.

His face pale,

His eyes BLUE...

I fell in love,

My love is TRUE.

"REBEKAH OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!!"

The tears and blood streamed down my skin, as I rocked back and forth in comfort. My body instinctively jumped each time his fist slammed against the hard wooden door. I pictured his face screaming on the other side: Wild and red, veins popping out, and spit being disgustedly misted.

"Don't let him in. Take the knife..."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP" my arms thrashed chaotically.

"Don't raise your voice to me" he sternly said.

My father repeatedly continued to beat on the door. "REBEKAH!!!"

"Silence. I just want silence" I whimpered, as my head fell in defeat.

Sweetly and with innocence, "All of this can disappear. One last time. No more fear."

"Your so kind and so harsh. You want me to die and make scars. You fucking coward, you're a DISGRACE! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! FIND A NEW PLACE!"

Slowly rising to my feet, my hand clutched my stomach and a groan escaped my throat.

"Sit back down, you're too weak. Lastly, DON'T raise your VOICE AT ME!"

I jumped back, startled, and slipped on some of my blood. Now screaming and crying on the ground in pain, my father beat the door harder and I felt the ground shake. Through the window, I saw a man climb in. My vision began to blur, but I remember his bright blue eyes, his white face, and burnt skin.

My head pounded against my skull. My skin stung on my arms and legs. My stomach was sore and itched like crazy.

But my arms wouldn't obey my mind. They were restricted by some device. I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was white and unusual. There was one chair next to my bed, no windows, no color, not even a desk or table. The floor was white and tile, and my blankets were white as well. The heart monitor was the only colorful thing in here.

Beep! Beep!

My heart began to race. "This can't be happening!! No! No!"

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound grew faster and closer together.

I looked at the monitor and pushed it away. Yelping as my stomach grew sharp pains, the monitor bounced back because of wires attached to my skin. With my eyes, I followed the wire filled with the red liquid, and watched for a moment as it dripped into the larger bag.

The nurse came rushing through the door, as I was too fascinated by the slow, melodic drip.

I slowly turned my attention to her, as she was now standing next to my bed.

She was very pretty and petite, but like everything else, she was dressed in all white.

Faking a smile, I asked, "Where am I?"

She glanced at me, then wrote down something on her paper clipboard.

My voice came out a little more rude, "Where's my father?"

Ignoring me again, she began to walk away. Dismissing the pain in my arm and the fresh stabbing pain in my stomach, I fiercely grabbed her wrist, and looked straight into her eyes.

Her green eyes flickered fear but her smile, first sweet, grew to be flagitious.

"Shadows" I scoffed and let her go. "I'm no fool."

"You may be learning, but I had you fooled in the beginning."

I rolled my eyes. "Show Your face. I want to talk to you," I looked the woman up and down, "Not her."

"I spoil you, and you don't even know. You can not see my face now. I want to watch the show."

I looked back up to the lady, only to see the white wall.

"For years and years I did what you say, now, I ask for one thing and you go away."

"My dear, my dear. I am never gone. Simply away, until dawn. I hide away till you are calm. Violence is never the answer, but you are always drawn."

"You Liar! I was never this far lost! Till I met you! This is your FAULT!"

"Dear girl, how many times will you not listen? My voice in your head is your prison. The more you fight, the more you yell... The more you cry, the longer you'll be unwell. You stupid, worthless girl, STOP YELLING AT ME OR I'LL REALLY RAISE HELL!"

"You can't control me or what I do" a cry escaped my mouth, "Leave me! I wish to be alone."

"There, there. I meant not to make you cry. Why? Why must you always fight?"

Pushing his hand away, "I wish not for your sympathy and caress."

"Don't push me away. For once, just obey."

I let him softly trace his fingers on my back, as I cried in his shoulder.

He began to sing his harmonizing song that he made for me. His lyrical voice stopping my heart and putting me to sleep.

My thoughts drifted and he gently laid me down before I fell fast in slumber.

"My baby girl" I heard a man whimper. "Where did I go wrong?"

"Sir, don't blame yourself," a woman softly spoke, "I believe her brain snapped, generally causing those malicious thoughts."

He chuckled in annoyance, "... And what caused her brain to snap?"

The silence lingered and my fingers twitched against his warm hand.

"Rebekah! Honey? Are you awake? Can you hear me?"

I twitched my fingers before flickering my exposed eyes to the bright light.

He smiled at me before his lips went into a straight line, "You promised me you would end this nonsense." He clasped both of my hands in his, "Do your promises mean nothing anymore?" A salty tear slid down his cheek.

"I have no control of what I think..."

"Do not lie to me" his voice rose.

"I do not lie" I grew serious and offended. "I've never lied to you, and I abide by my promises."

He dropped my hands and stood to his feet, "You lie to my face with such bravery. I've raised you better than this. You are not my daughter, but a disappointment to me and your dead mother."

The nurse stepped closer, and put a hand to his chest, "Sir. Please calm down or you'll have to leave."

"I'll be on my way. I thought I saved my daughter, but there is nothing left to save."

"What do you mean" she asked befuddled.

He looked at her, then at me, "This is not my once sweet daughter who was innocent with the dolls. This is Satan's spawn," he pulled down the blanket and lifted up my shirt, "Look at these scars!"

The nurse's face fell with disapproval.

"Do not look at him that way. I am a worthless piece of shit. I do not deserve life, nor to live in it. If you knew me well, you would join his rant. I'm used to these piercing words. They usually grow, fast, like most plants."

"Child do not undersell yourself. You are important to this world, disregard those ugly thoughts. God has a mighty plan for you-"

"I will not be one of His pawns'!"

A look of horror froze on her face, so I looked down at my exposed stomach with deep, vile stab wounds that were carelessly stitched together.

"Where am I? Why will you not say?"

My father gave me a scornful look, then walked away.

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME!"

The nurse jumped startled.

"No one is laughing....?"

I looked at her annoyed, "I know no one is. Just that tiny man in my head."

Looking bedazzled and frightened, she walked towards the door.

"Stop" I demanded sternly.

Freezing in place, she did not look at me, but the ground.

"Almost had me fooled again."

"I don't know what you mean" she said innocently.

"You know how I feel when you lie to me" I exasperated.

"I'm sorry." She looked at me. "You're just more fun to play with when you're asleep."

I whimpered, "This is my mind and my body... and yet, I have no control" I began sobbing. "I demand that you leave."

"You know I won't."

Tuning him out and the rest of the world, I closed my eyes and hummed a lullaby, I had heard as a girl.

Waking up once again, I had to make sure I was truly awake.

I looked around the white, empty room. It looked the same as it had been in my dream.

"You can not fool me twice."

"My dear, you say that every time" he chuckled. "Besides, this is no trick. You are awake. Enjoy it."

I heard the door click before I saw my father walk through.

"Hey pumpkin" he said, despaired.

With no reply or words coming from me, he continued to talk, slowly, morosely.

"Your mother and I just" he paused, looking nervously confused, "We don't. Understand. Understand what's going on in that small head of yours," He sighed, then looked at me. "What's wrong?"

I looked up from my lap, feeling his gaze on me, but quickly looked away when my fear was true.

"Nothing's wrong with me." I smiled, "I'm fine."

Feeling the tension in the air, I looked up, and his dark green eyes were pierced into mine with anger, pity, and disappointment.

"What did I do wrong?" He snarled. "We've given you a life that other kids would dream of having." He began to walk around the bed and chair. "Tell me, what do you want? Why are you doing this to yourself?"

I only looked at him, which made his anger rise.

"Answer me!" His face growing red, he put his face in his hands and sat down on the chair.

A hot tear slid down my cheek. "Father" I sniffled, "I can not explain the mental state that I am in, for I do not understand it myself. She was all I wanted to be, but then he..." I trailed off, holding back the tears. "You don't and wouldn't understand" my voice grew more stern, " You think it's all crazy and that this is only a show put on to irritate you." I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "Life isn't all about you. I don't do things for your benefit or to ruin your life." Mimicking his quote I was always told as a child, I stated, "The world does not revolve around you!"

His green eyes flashed incredulous anger, but stayed glued on mine, as a small vein on the side of his head twitched.

He rose to his feet and softened his expression, and with a too calm of a tone, said, "Your mother and I are very disappointed in you. We had higher hopes for your future." Sighing, he continued, "You'll be staying here until you are," he paused, "more approachable."

As he began to walk away, I mumbled, "I'm just as disappointed" and let my had fall.

Suddenly, as if he heard, he said, "Still. I love you. We. Love you." His voice cracked, "We're praying for you and hoping you'll snap out of whatever act your pulling."

As the door closed, a nurse with red hair and light blue eyes, came in with a food tray.

Looking at the food on the tray, they obviously knew not what I liked and disliked. Her pink lips fell in a line, seeing my expression. To hide my disliking, I quickly smiled and said, "I'm not hungry."

"Do you not like the food?" Her voice came out higher than I had expected.

Making my face and voice sympathetic, I softly said, "No! No, I love food." I smiled. "Believe me" I said and giggled. "I'm only more tired than hungry."

Her expression changed to understanding and she smiled saying, "Oh! I'm sorry. Well I'll leave this here for you so when you do get hungry," she pointed at the food, "here the food will be."

I smiled in appreciation as she left, then rolled my eyes and pushed the cart away.

"Careful. There's always someone watching."

"Where the hell have you been!?"

"Shh" she looked above me in the corner.

Following her gaze, I saw it. The small camera that's not easily noticed unless you're distinctly looking for it.

"So I'll be supervised. Great."

"Don't worry. I'll stay with you."

I smiled with admiration as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Seeing my gaze, she straightened her back and gave a prideful grin, that showed off her perfect, straight white teeth and voluptuous red lips.

She flipped her long, straightened chocolate brown hair, to her other bony shoulder, exposing her perfect jaw line and collarbones, as if basking in the glory. "You shouldn't stare" she remarked with a haughty, caramel tone.

Rolling my eyes at her pompous salacity, I gently laid my head back down on the uneasy, lumpy pillow.

Sighing, she sat up next to me, forcing me to scoot over and leaned her back on the end of the bed, so that I could lay comfortably on her shoulder. Wincing as I turned to my side, a soft groan emerged from my throat without permission.

"What" she asked startled and concerned.

Hiding the pain, I gave a convincing smile and replied, "Nothing" and laid my head down, in-between her arm and breast.

"The world may believe your lies Rebekah. But I however, know when you do not speak the truth" she said with serenity. "I'll however, let you rest before bringing it up again."

My heart beat faster as I thought of her disappointment when she finds out what I've done to myself.

This is what I regret. Always.

This is the only thing.

Failure.

"My dear child what is the concern racing in your mind."

My heart began to race as well as my mind, as I looked for the right words.

"Child I know things before they are said. Do not be frightened." She lifted my chin so I was looking her in the eyes.

"I screwed up." Pushing myself away from her, I continued, " I let his revolting mind and and such.... reasonable.... words into my heart. And now I've fucked up."

beginnig to sob, I stuttered," Now, my father thinks I'm a far disappointing, hopeless, selfish.... unworthy.... lost cause. I-I don't want-t to lose hi-him."

Her eyes scanned mine with such.... pity and then stupidity.

"My. You still rely on your father's approval. Darling have I tought you nothing?"

Growing confused, I began to cogitate over her words.

"I know you're no simpleton. Please don't prove me as a fool."

Silently my tears began to stream down my cheeks like a ferocious river.

"BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I covered my face with my hands and buried my head in between my knees.

Having the silence draw so near for a while I looked up in her direction. She was gone.

Great. Beginning to sob again I ignored the violent pain in my stomach. For my heart hurt much worse.

"Everybody leaves. Why am I so stupid. I can never figure anything out. I wish I would just die!"

Just then a nurse and two large colored security men came in.

Startled and intimidated I jumped from the bed, still attached to the wires and machine.

The nurse looked behind her at the two security officers, whispering something so softly.

Looking at the machine, the nurse said in a motherly voice, "Please calm down Ms. Rebekah."

Something was wrong... Her facial expressions were trying too hard.

"What is happening?"

"They're here to hurt you" his melodic voice sang.

"Why?" I began to observe the room and aspired to figure a plan.

"Honey, we're just gonna give you a shot to calm you down. We're not here to hurt you. "These men," she directed, "are here for my protection."

"It's poison" he whispered.

Protection?

"But Why would you need protection?"

Tilting my head, I sat down with zen.

The nurse sighed in relief. "That's not important."

"Why am I considered a threat?"

Her eyebrows raised, as if the answer was obvious.

"What am I missing?"

"Just relax."

She walked to my bed and suddenly drew a needle.

"May I see your arm?"

"Are you blind?"

A little taken aback, she continued, "Please let me have your arm."

Holding out my arm I waited for the small sting. As she put the needle on my skin, right before she pressed down, I grabbed and twisted her wrist.

Screaming in pain, the needle fell to the tile floor, just as she had grabbed her wrist with her good hand. The two security officers raced to the bed. Pulling all the wires off as quickly as possible, blood spattered all over the bed and continued to drip to the floor. Kicking her in the stomache, she was shoved into the larger security officer, pushing him back. As he tried to catch himself his elbow hit her head and she fell to the floor.

The taller one grabbed my wrist and tried grabbing the other.

Jumping off the bed I pushed all my weight into his knees.

"AHHHH"

Releasing me, the other one reached for me, as he was on the other side of the bed, closer to the door.

"There's no way out kid."

Scandously smiling, "Who says I want out?"

Bringing the tall ones head down, I slammed his face in my knee twice. I winced when I heard a crack.

Slowly walking to the end of the bed with innoscense, I stopped just then and looked at both the man and woman on the floor.

A tear slid down my face. "Oh no! What have I done?!"

More men burst through the door.

"ON YOUR KNEES!!"

I dropped to my knees and put my hands in the air. Sobbing now.

Cautiously but quickly they approached me and grabbed both my wrists, bringing them behind my back. Raising me to my feet, I picked the needle I had grabbed off the floor with my toes and kicked it up, hoping it'd land in my hand.

It did. Stabbing the needle into his thigh, injecting him, he released my left hand. With my elbow I jabbed him in the stomach with all my weight.

Two new officers pinned me against the wall. Slamming my face, with no mercy. Not minding my feet, I pushed against the wall and began climbing it. Ending up behind them now, I realized it was a good thing to be triple jointed.

Like in gymnastics, I used my arm muscles to lift myself off the ground and kicked one of both of their knees. Both falling to the ground, they released my arms, and I rubbed them for they were sore. Adrenaline still rushing through me I rushed out the door. There were long empty halls, filled with numerous closed doors. Though I could hear voices, I couldn't tell where they were coming from. Beginning to run again, I slip and luckily my hands made contact with the ground before my face.

What the-

Rising to my feet I look down and see blood everywhere. Beneath my feet is a large, growing puddle. My stomache area drenched and warm. My arm where I had pulled the ivy out,hot, sticky blood still descended like a waterfall at Niagra Falls.

I began to walk towards where I thought the voices were coming from when instaneously my vision became impaired. I began feeling lightheaded and nauseated. Through blurred vision, I see feet running to me before everything goes black.

Falling in an chasm of darkness. A thunder shaking, male voice says, quite powerfully,"Do you really choose to die?"

Pondering my thought for half a second, I shout "No" before even making a final decision.

Gasping for air, I rise in a bed, my hands and feet restrained.

"NOOOO!" I screamed till I was out of breath. "LET ME GO! MY ANSWER IS YES!" Sobbing now, "PLEASE!"

I tried again to raise my limbs. I screamed again. I shook my body rapidly. Pain shot through my right foot. As if it was possible, my screams grew louder.

The nurse came in, but I still screamed in agony. My head pounding, my stomach shaking, my foot writhing in pain. Suddenly sleep evaded me. Not for long, next thing I knew my eyes fluttered open, and again I was in great torment.

"Yes, it seems she has." The man paused, sighed, then continued, "Remove the restraints."

Cold fingers brushed my ankle and then I felt my leg raise.

"Please" I whispered. "Grant me a wish." I never realized how much energy it took to talk. All their eyes turned to me.

"How is she awake" a woman squeaked.

"She's very strong" the doctor admired. "Are you through with your shananigans?"

"Make. It. Stop."

Each breath drew a sharp pain in my stomach.

"Stop breathing" he sang.

Why didn't I think of that?

i felt the heat rise in my head, heard my heart thrum faster, felt the pressure increase, and my throat began to burn, but none of it was as sufferable as the pain I felt just moments ago.

Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep!

"Her heart is slowing down! Doctor I think she's holding her breath!"

I felt my leg drop.

"Hey" he shouted. "Breathe!" He pryed my eye open with his fingers.

I looked at him and then began to feel lightheaded. He opened my mouth, but I still did not breathe.

"Everything is fine. Join the wonderland of mine."

My eyes rippling beneath the water, I saw the bottom of the bathtub. I could feel strong hands on the back of my head, forcing me to endure the cold water. I realize I can't breathe and begin struggling for air.

Suddenly, I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping. I get off the soft ground and begin my search.

What am I looking for? Why am I running? Why am I in the forest?

Promptly as I remembered being in the hospital, I heard the sound of rushing waves. It sounded to big to be from a river. All of a sudden, I was drenched and now swimming, trying to catch my breath. Deep underwater now, I know all is hopeless but I look up despise my thoughts and see a familiar shadow. However, I can't make it out from this far under. I look below me and see a beautiful creature coming towards me, floating through this thick water with such ease. Her long, brown hair sparkles in some places as it flowed past her bottom.

Seeing the beautiful creature, I shouted, "Esme" forgetting the air that I was holding.

Whoah where did that name come from? That's not Esme, is it?

Nearly nose to nose, the creature spoke in sing song voice, "Please. Help me."

A tear slid down her face as she began sinking. My first reaction was to help her. But, how?

I grabbed her hand that was reaching for me and began to cry, as she pulled me farther and farther down into depth.

Completely out of breath and unable to see, I swallowed the salty water and let myself drift into unconsciousness.

“…. Doctor. Is this why she’s acting this way?”

I heard only mumbling next, then my mom’s voice. I could tell she was crying.

What had happened?

What did I miss?

Am I gonna die?

My eyes still closed, I hear soft footsteps approach me and suddenly a smooth, cold touch pushing back my hair, and soft, warm lips on my forehead. She sniffled and something wet and warm slid down.

Oh mother I want to talk to you. Tell you I’m okay. That everything is gonna be fine. I don’t wanna hurt you. Honest.

Why can’t I open my mouth? Why can’t I speak the words?

Screaming in my head as loud as I possibly can, I begin trying to move every, and any part of my body at once.

Nothing.

Getting very frustrated with myself, I feel my teeth in my jaw, clenched so tightly together, I can hear them grinding. And once again, I hear that stupid machine going off.

I hear a lot of footsteps.

Exasperated, the doctor said, “What’d she do now?”

Silence filled the room. Nothing but my heavy breathing could be made out.

“Relax. My sweet child.” Her harmonizing voice conversed.

“Antheia? Help me! I can-“

“Shhh” she sang. “Oh honey. They have you on so many remedies.” Brushing my hair back, she continued, “And they know our little secret…”

Secret? What secret? I didn’t know we had a secret. Except for that time…. Oh. Oh crap! My dad’s gonna kill me. Please tell me he doesn’t know! Antheia! Antheia?

“Hush now child,” her words sounded like charcoal.

“Is this why she’s acting this way?” His words played over and over on an endless loop in my head.

He knows. He knows. That’s it. My life is ruined. Officially. I was already planning to kill myself, but, now, I must kill myself. Before either one of them does. Before he asks for an explanation. Mom! My poor mother. No. Rebekah. Think of the outcome.

“Rebekah dear. Do you remember that night?”

Just those words brought me back to the memory I had dropped in the hole and was trying to bury.

“Of course,” I was suddenly back at his apartment.

“Baby I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think you are.”

Slamming me against the wall, he got closer to my ear and aggressively whispered, “I don’t tolerate liars!” Yanking me by my hair, he threw me to the ground and with it, dragged me to his bedroom. Screaming and crying at the same time, I wished I had told my parents where I was.

Unbuckling his belt, he slowly pulled it out of the loops and asked rhetorically, “Can you tell me why I’m mad at you right now?”

Blubbering, I stated, “ Baby I can’t help it.”

Taking in a deep breath, he folded the black, leather belt. Letting his breath out, he said, “That’s not what I wanted to hear,” and leaning me forward he swatted my upper back.

I began to cry harder.

Brushing back his beautiful black hair, “Oh shutup,” he exclaimed in annoyance.

In a calmer tone, “Why am I mad at you?”

His eyes looked dead, like I was nothing to him, nothing but ash that he could walk on.

Only sobbing now, I answered in defeat. “Because I told you I’d stop talking to them.”

“Good girl.” “Now take off your clothes.”

I looked at him befuddled. “Excuse me?” You can’t just treat me like garbage an-“

Grabbing me by the jaw, “Take. Off. Your. Clothes” he sternly demanded.

Looking in his eyes again, I saw no love, no compassion, only animosity and hatred.

Spitting in his face, I grabbed his wrist and bent it backwards and kicked him, there. Then I ran for the door but was shortly stopped. Grabbing my waist, he quickly turned me around and put me over his shoulder.

Squirming ambiguously, I was clearly no struggle for him. Plopping me down on the bed, he gave a stern look and said, “stay.”

Knowing there was no point in fighting anymore, I gave in and obeyed. I began thinking of ways I could safely get out of this. I have a taser in my purse, my phone’s in my purse as well, the gun’s in the nightstand drawer…

Grabbing his work cuffs, he walked towards me.

“Oh! I don’t think so mister! “

I got off the bed in such a rush that my feet got caught in the blanket and I fell to the floor, head first.

Next thing I know, I’m cuffed to the bed and between my legs there’s blood.

“Yes my dear. He did”

She silently and with sorrow answered the question flowing every which way in my head. If I could control my body, I’d be crying right about now. Just reliving that moment….. I can’t. I can’t fathom. What could I have done differently? Maybe I should stop picking such big men. Or men in general. God Rebekah, you’re only 14.

“Stop it! I won’t have you thinking this way.” Clearing her throat, “Now. As I was saying. You’re with child. Rebekah.”

With child?! You mean to say that I am pre- pregnant?

Oh shit! Am I still? Even after what I’ve done to myself.

“Yes my love. It’s what the doctors have been discussing. They’re wondering how such a vulnerable thing can take such a harsh impact. It truly is a miracle.”

If I could cry right now, I know Id be tearful, and I would be rubbing my hideous stomach smoothly.

Wait. If I’m right that’s like one…. Two….. three….. six…That’s like-

“Twelve weeks and four days” she finished my sentence.

Which is?

“Three months dear.” “Well now that you are aware, I’m afraid I have other things to attend to.”

You’re leaving? Please don’t leave.

“Honey. You need your sleep. You can’t just think of yourself anymore. You, is now a we.”

I understand. Well. Can you at least sing your lullaby, so I can fall asleep? Please?

Months later….

“Knock. Knock,” peeking in he added, “Ready for group?”

“Yea” putting my book down, I gestured for him to help me up.

He looked at me and my stomach. My shirt had come up showing it off. Ashamed, I quickly covered it and looked down in embarrassment.

“Hey,” he spoke softly and lifted my chin up very gently, “You’re beautiful. Don’t forget that.”

Helping me stand to my feet, I slipped on my slippers.

“You’re beautiful too.” I whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

He blushed.

“See that’s adorable. Even if you do have burnt skin that makes it hard see.”

Deeply, I gazed in his gorgeous Caribbean blue eyes.

Suddenly, my stomach jerked. My hand flew to the center of the crash. All of a sudden liquid came out of me.

“Oh shoot!” He quickly ran to the door, “Hey! We need a doctor in here!!” “Hold on sweetie. They’re coming. Let’s sit you down.”

I yelled again in pain.

“Tell me this isn’t happening.”

“Honey it’s happening.”

“No, she’s not due till another five weeks”

“It’s a girl? How do you know? I thought the doctors wouldn’t tell you.”

In agony, I cried out.

I look down at my stomach, while rubbing it and notice the red seeping out.

“No No No No No No No NO!! Something’s wrong with my baby”

Just then, a herd of doctors came through the door.

“Adonis! You know better than to be in a girl’s room. Out.”

“There’s blood” I sobbed “Get her out.”

“No” I shoved the lady away who was trying to give me medicine.

“I just want my baby out of me and into this world.”

“Honey this will help with the pain.”

“What part of NO Fucking medicine don’t you Fucking understand!!”

“GET HER OUT!”

Sharp pains began to increase, and I was able to feel it in my spine.

Screaming now, the pain shot through my head. Feeling like I was zapped with Zeus’s lightning bolt, I felt nauseous and as if I was going to faint.

“Welcome.”

Shadows of all sorts hovered behind my bedframe, just staring at me.

Suddenly, I was eye level with them, off of the bed. Staring at myself in disbelief. Quickly I looked south of my head. My baby! Oh!

Looking at the precious new born I whispered, “Esme.”

She had emerald green eyes and perfect pink lips with brown curls.

“You’re beautiful” I spoke in admiration.

“Wait what are you doing? What’s wrong with her? Why aren’t you answering me? Hello? I’m talking to you!”

“Rebekah honey. They can’t hear you.”

“Antheia?” “Why can’t they hear me.”

“Love you’re dead.”

“What? No. But I can’t be.” “What’s wrong with my baby?”

“She will be joining us.”

Abruptly I hear a baby crying.

“Esme” Running to the sound I see her there on the small baby bed where the doctors are trying their best to revive her. Picking her up, I sob slightly, so as not to frighten her. By rocking from side to side, I begin soothing her cries and gently she falls asleep.