Tragically Beautiful

seventeen

Demi; (pov)

"WHAT THE FUCK" I screamed as I collapsed to the floor in unbearable pain.

Over and over these pains would shoot up my spine and land in my stomach causing me to let out these bloodcurdling screams.

I didn't know what to do. I was alone. Wilmer wasn't here. God knows where Wilmer is. This was my worst fear, that I would be alone in a time of need. It has happened before, and I'm just hoping Wilmer would never let it happen to me again.

I paced my house until I landed myself into the bathroom where I stared into the mirror. My palms were set onto the counter, and I could see the continuous beads of sweat run down my forehead. What the fuck was going on? This pain was unrecognizable, like I've never felt pain before.

Minutes later I felt an uncontrolled gush of liquid between my legs.

'No-no-no-no-no. Not yet.' I said to myself, as the tears began to fall. I had a gut feeling this was going to happen.

This can not be happening right now. Wilmer isn't home, and I don't know what to do. I'm not ready. My water could not be breaking right now. I'm not fucking ready.

Rushing to my bed I shuffled for my phone. In a panic, I dialed 911. Maybe I should have called Wilmer, but I was going through these awful contractions, and at that point I didn't give a fuck.

Shit. I remembered that the door was locked, but I was heaped up into a ball on the floor, with this pain I couldn't even describe. I thought I was going to have my baby right there on my bedroom floor.

I heard banging on the door, and eventually they managed to break in. Thankfully they could, because I was sure as hell not moving.

"IN HERE!" I cried, which almost sounded like a scream.

I heard the EMTs shuffle around my apartment, searching for my voice. Eventually they barged in with a gurney. I felt so relieved.

Pulling myself up as best as I could, screaming, with there help, I eventually managed my way onto the stretcher. What was going to happen? Was Wilmer not going to be there for the birth of our child? Was he even going to be here for me? I was freaking out.

In the ambulance, the EMTs were trying to keep me calm.

"CALL MY BOYFRIEND. CALL MY BOYFRIEND" I repeatedly screamed over and over.

I couldn't do this without Wilmer. I needed him. My anxiety was building up and I couldn't breathe.

"Demi, you need to breathe. In... Out.."
They repeated over and over.

The amount of pain I was in was unbearable. I slowly felt my eyelids gain weight, when all of a sudden I-

"Demi wake up! Wake up baby!"

I heard a familiar voice, and was startled awake. I was in a shock. What had I just experienced? To my surprise I felt Wilmer's arms wrapped around me tight. How long have I been asleep? I had no fucking clue what was going on, but I do know one thing: that was one hell of a dream.

Trying to catch my breath, I sat up in my bed, allowing my eyes to adjust to my surroundings. I don't remember ever going to my room, and falling asleep? I just remember waiting around for any text from Mila. But Wilmer was home, fully dressed in his tux. Did he just get home?

I looked over at the clock;

1:30 am.

"Wilmer where the fuck have you been?" I asked remaining calm. "The party got through at 11:00? Where have you been these past two hours?"