Past
Sofia POV
My vision greets me with a lot of white as I open my eyes, I think its my eyes adjusting it self but when a baby poster is right in front of my eye line things become more clear to me. This room could have easily passed for an asylum with the all white room but the baby posters in the room kind off lighten its ghost vibe.
The IV attached to my wrist brings back the memories of the last hour and the fact that I’m here , in a hospital it is an indication of I made it. I’m still sore down there and it hurts to move my legs so I keep laying in the bed in a straight form without tossing or turning much.
A nurse enters the room and is surprised at seeing me awake. She moves on quickly from this and starts to check my vitals and my chart which hangs from the bar of the bed.
“Is my husband here?”, I ask her
“Yeah, he’s with the doctor . He would be with you shortly”
“Was he worried?”
“Yes. He looks”, she thinks of a better words and says, “devastated”. As he should.
“How do you feel?”, she asks
“ I’m still in a little bit of pain”
“You’ll be fine as the time goes. I’m so sorry for you’re loss”, she says and then proceeds towards the door.
Her words make me throw my comforter on the floor and I put my hands on my belly. I can feel it but I don’t want to voice it, there are too many signs now the missing warmth, the flat belly. My hands reach for the report dandling . I read the word miscarriage a lot and feel the air leaving my lungs .
That’s not how this was supposed to be, a minor harm that’s it. This was too much to take in as my mind had now started to put the words mother and murderer together. I wanted to wreck this place, turn it upside down but all I ended up doing was pick up my comforter and just lay on the bed.
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“It’s gone”, I tell Andy who had entered the room and was now sitting in front of me
“Its going to be alright”. What?, this is what the man has to say to me?Even he lost something here something which I took from him, something which I took from myself
“I want it back”, I tell him and start to get up as if I could walk in to that place and get it
“Its dead Sofia”.
He says with such certainty which makes me think about ,did he even want this in the first place , about my actions and their consequences. But one thing which is clear to me is the cause of this and that is just one person ,Andy. I made a human sacrifice for a person who couldn’t even care more about it than swatting a fly.
“You’re dead”.
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I step out of the house through the back door as I can not risk my neighbor's seeing me out on the street. Since the incident I can notice several eyes on me and Andy.
Few even made themselves known to us when they came to share their condolences with us. Abby and her friends have become my part time counsellor , every day for at least an hour in the evening they all come to my house to ‘talk to me’, which is more like talking among themselves.
Andy knows about this as Abby had pitched this idea to him first. He said
“It’ll be like a little bit of distraction for you”.
A little bit of distraction from the fact that my husband was going to divorce me while I was pregnant with his baby. I’d seen the divorce papers in an envelope on top of the shoe rack which is placed near the entrance. He placed them there with the intention of me seeing them but I never did as I never went out during those days so I never came near the shoe rack until now.
Coming out of the back door, a car is already waiting for me and i slip inside it. The car is quite small but its short journey so I don’t say anything nor does the other person in here with me. We stop at a coffee shop and sit on a table which is in the farthest corner.Once we give our orders, Mark immediately speaks up
“I’m sorry for you’re loss”
“Was it on a talk show that everyone knows about it?”, I joke
“How you doing?”, he asks while his hand shoots forward to rest on top of mine on the table
“Do you believe in Karma, Mark?, the fact that what you give - you get, what goes around - comes around”, Mark doesn’t answer and stays perplexed as to where this is going
“There was this women named Amelia and I was happy with my life until she got pregnant so I gave her a poisoned pie to kill her baby and maybe her. I don’t know whether they died or not , now its clear to me as to why this happened to me. So I made my peace with it, with my sin”.
He puts his head in his hand and stays like this even when our orders are being placed on the table. He sits straight with a serious expression on his face and says
“Sofia , lets go away from her, just you and me. We’ll live a better life than this , you deserve so much more”
“I do and I will Mark but certain things need to be done before that.
"Will you help me?”.
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Andy & His Half Clogged Brain
Детектив / ТриллерHave you ever lived a life in a constant state of confusion and surprise when one thing in you're memory stands to be true while other is a lie. After being found at a crime scene Andy is suspected of murder and lives life on numbered days waiting f...
