My throat closed so tight I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move.
It felt like watching my entire life drain out onto the floor as nurses rushed inside, holding my head before it hit the ground.
"She is going into shock labour! move, now! "
The night passed in a blur when I finally reopened my eyes in the cold hospital.
My hand moved before my mind could stop it, trembling as it reached for my stomach.
Flat. Hollow…empty
My daughter was gone.
They didn’t ask if I wanted to see her one last time as I was handed her mortal remains.
They knew better
I buried her myself.
No pack rites. No prayers were spoken as I lowered her to the ground, my hands trembling as I laid fresh roses on her grave.
This should have been me baby, if only I could exchange my life for yours.
The name plate-Daisy
"There wasn’t a moment mom didn’t love you baby."I whispered bidding my farewell.
Atleast now she wouldn’t be hurt again and again. Won’t suffer in my womb as her father tried to smother her breath.
My phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
I didn’t answer until the third time.
Vanessa’s voice came through elated and mocking.