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.

crack, the

worry about it. Moving my tied hands to reach the mirror shard, I began cutting the rope on my legs, bit by bit. The edged shard was

some time, my hand went numb from the pain. There was blood all over my hands and feet, and it felt

to the grief I felt when the movement

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of thunder, and the

the labor pain continued, but the child's frisky movements gradually came to a stop. Realizing that, I froze, and

collapsed into a pool of thick fluid on the ground. I couldn't even distinguish

warehouse, it began to rain cats and dogs with roaring thunders and

life desperately. Again

must be blaming me because my decision

Hendrix. I shouldn't have believed that he could protect the baby and

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