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

sharp pain on 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 the rope on my legs, bit by bit.

numb from the pain.

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there was a clap of thunder, and the air

pain continued, but the child's frisky movements gradually came to a stop. Realizing that, I froze, and I couldn't hold onto the mirror shard in my

thick fluid on the ground. I couldn't

the warehouse, it began to rain cats and dogs with roaring thunders and blinding bolts of

who fought for his life desperately. Again and again,

out. He must be blaming me because my decision had made his effort to come out gone to waste. "My sweet boy,"

mistakes. I shouldn't have fallen for Hendrix. I shouldn't have believed that he could protect the baby and me. I also shouldn't have underestimated the Moore family's influence and Valerie's

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