My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The contractions were getting more frequent, and I could feel the baby's struggling movements.

Whenever the new wave of pain hit, I would stop wrestling with the rope for a few seconds, only to continue after the sharp pain had subdued. After a few times, I began to lose hope. I was losing too much amniotic fluid, and the baby's activity was weaker.

I knew that he was losing his strength because of the lack of oxygen in the womb.

I wanted to give up, but I couldn't. I hadn't seen him yet. I couldn't just let him go when he hadn't got the chance to see the world.

The physical and emotional pain was tormenting. Shaking in the shooting pain, a bright light reflective of something in the pitch-black warehouse caught my attention. It was a mirror!

The discovery of it ignited a glimmer of hope in me. Crawling, I moved towards the mirror with great difficulty.

It was only two steps away, but it felt forever for me to reach it. When I finally did it, I hit it

in full force with my head.

the mirror shattered into

my forehead, but I didn't have the time to worry about it. Moving my tied hands to reach the mirror shard, I began cutting

my hand went numb from the pain. There was

discomforts I felt could compare to the grief I felt when the movement of the baby in my belly became

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there was a clap of

gradually came to a stop. Realizing that, I froze,

a pool of thick fluid on the ground. I couldn't even distinguish whether it was

cats and dogs with roaring thunders and blinding bolts of

his life desperately. Again and again, he tried so hard to

be confused about why he couldn't come out. He must be blaming me because my decision had made his effort

had to admit that I was wrong. I had made terrible mistakes. I shouldn't have fallen for Hendrix. I shouldn't have believed that he could protect the baby and

and too reckless. Every decision I made from the beginning was wrong. If it weren't for me, the child wouldn't have been in this situation. He wouldn't have to come and go in such a horrible way For quite a long time, I laid on the ground, doing nothing to help push the baby out or to stop my bleeding. I began to think that it might be better for the baby if I died with him. At least, he wouldn't be afraid in