Baby & Me

unknown p.o.v Worse fears

After laying on the hard wood floor of the bed room wedged between the wooden dresser and the bed, I finally decided to try to stand. My body felt weak and battered but I pushed through the soreness my body protesting by shaking.I was half way up before my shaking legs clasped.  I laid back down and released the tears I had been holding in. I couldn't stop them now,sobs ripped them selves out of my throat into the room, filling the silence with the pain I felt in my heart. The physical pain dulled by the emotional pain I felt. I knew my baby didn't survive I could see the blood staining the hard wood floor. The cramps in my belly was only adding to my fears. Finally I mustered up the little strength I had left and forced myself off the floor. Leaning against the dresser for support. Once the tears had stopped they were replaced by a hollow feeling inside.I felt dead as the baby I had carried inside of me. My life was meaningless now.  I knew he had left, the house felt empty. I had given him all I had and he had took so much more from me. I didn't even have my family anymore he made sure that all I had was him. I didn't even think he loved me anymore I was just an object that he possessed.  God I had wished over the years that he would get tired of me and release me but he never did and he never would. Slowly I moved from the dresser to the door frame of our large bedroom.  Not bothering to adorn my shoes. I wouldn't need them anymore where I was going.