Death Diaries || A Dork Diaries Fanfiction ☑️

Entry 43

Disclaimer: The Dork Diaries series is owned solely by Rachel Renée Russell. This is only a fanfiction -a new take on the books, made for the purpose of entertainment and self-expression. I do not wish to offend anyone, including the author and readers of the book.

Cautionary: This story may be gruesome, appalling, or disturbing to some audiences. Please read at your own discretion.

Lost (pt. 2)

I fall in and out of consciousness as the stretcher was pushed through a white hallway and into doors. Voices of various people permeated the air. "My baby, please, please," I whispered, grabbing the scrub of the nurse transporting me to what I assume is the delivery room.

"We'll do everything we can," her eyes softened, holding my hand the rest of the way.

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Argh.

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It hurts.

But please be alright, please be alright, baby.

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"It's a boy."

A boy?

Nick, like we planned, right?

Nick, our baby boy.

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"Doc-"

"Doc, baby isn't moving-"

Isn't moving? What do you mean isn't moving?

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I forced my eyes open, my voice is hoarse and barely audible. "Doctor?" I called almost hysterically. "D-doc-" and then I saw him, motionless.

"No breathing-"

"No!" I screamed, cutting off the nurse as I tried to get up from the operating bed, disregarding the wires attached to me and the open cut on my belly.

"Nurse, please sedate the client," the doctor calmly said as scrub nurses held me down so one of them could inject me. The last thing I see is my baby being carried away.

Waiting in the recovery room after seeing my baby boy's almost lifeless body...that one hour felt like years. I wanted it to be over, I wanted to know how he was and what was happening.

So many thoughts surged through my mind. Was I going to lose someone yet again? Was I not meant to be happy in this life?

"Mrs. Roberts?" A voice came with a knock on the door. Recognizing the doctor's voice, I instantly sat up. From the grim look on his face, I knew.

I knew I wouldn't like what I was about to hear.

"I'm sorry..."

It took weeks to get over the hurt, the pain, everything. It had finally become too much.

I stared at the empty side of the bed, my face dry, ultimately ran out of tears a day or two before today. A part of me is accepting that this was the life I was meant to live.

After a month of not leaving the house, I stepped out for the first time. The house was almost out of toilet paper and food. Although I couldn't care less what I ate at this point, but I had to at least try living. I let the cool breeze touch my skin, breathing in the fresh air of the suburbs.

As I exited the car at the nearest Martwal (don't judge me, I don't know anymore) parking lot, I overheard a conversation, from a voice whose owner I never want to encounter.

Jessica Hunter was busy playing tongue-of-war with Damien Francz just a few meters away. I almost threw up in my own mouth, watching his hands all over her body as she moaned through the process. I didn't want to be a creep who watches other people making out, but what are the odds that Damien and Jessica are together right in front of me? Our city isn't small so this is another coincidence that I cannot ignore.

Was it Jessica? Did he plan this with Jessica? Did Jessica ask him to do it for her?

The rising acid in my stomach told me to stay and watch where this will go. Hopefully, I'm not waiting to see them procreate.

They break away, vividly out of breath as their chest rise and fall in a quick manner. Jessica spoke first, "Thanks for your help. That bitch Nikki now has no one." A maniacal laughter leaves her perfectly glossed lips.

"Anything for you, babe," Damien replies as one of his hands snaked to grope her buttocks. A look of discomfort crossed her features, but she swiftly replaced it with a sweet smile when Damien looked at her. What. The. Fuck?

Damien leaves to enter the store while Jessica stayed back to answer a phone call. I remain nailed on my spot, but I managed to duck down before she could notice I was eavesdropping.

"I can't put up with this creep any more. How much longer do I have to put up with him?" I hear her spat. "I've slept with him like you asked, just to keep your damn secret? He will not rat you out, so can I stop now?" Distress was evident in her tone as she ran claw-like manicured nails through her shiny brunette locks. "What do you mean 'no'? Ugh, fine, one month. Just one more month. After that, no more."

Who are you talking to Jessica? Is it the same person Damien was talking to? Why did you do this?

They killed him.

Jessica, Damien, and whoever it was on the other line.

They killed Brandon.

"They did," I answered the voice in my head.

So what are you gonna do about it?

"I don't know," I held my head in my hands. I feel it suddenly throbbing in pain.

You gonna let it be?

"No," my head met the palm of my hand. "I don't want to."

Then do something about it.

Damien comes through the door just as I was about to enter. He had a smirk on his face as he carried a few bags of groceries.

"Maybe I will do something about it," I whispered to myself.

"I know what you did," I whispered over his shoulder. One sentence wiped the smirk off his face, eyes widening in surprise of what I had just said. He turned to check who it was, but I continued to walk in without turning back.

Keep watching your back, Damien, because I'm not done yet.

Note: Not safe for work 😩