Macaroni Macaroni 2: It's All in the Pasta Now

Chapter 4

You were finding nothing. Nothing at all. Page after page detailing each disappearance in your area. You tried not to let the stress or the feeling of all these people's lives somehow being on your shoulders get to you. In the midst of that, you couldnt tell whether your belly was actually growing or your mind was playing tricks on you. Had there really ever been a lump there to begin with or was that the stress? You pushed a hand down over your belly and before you could gauge its size, a loud growling signaling to your hunger erupted from it. You didnt eat breakfast and it was nearing lunch. You sighed and pushed away from your desk again, heading for the kitchen. Your mind once again flashed back to that nightmare and just for peace of mind, you checked the cabinet you found the macaroni in last time. Nothing. You sighed in relief. You checked your refrigerator and there was also nothing. You sighed in disappointment.

When you turned to begin checking the cabinets, something on the stove caught your eye. You froze up again as you stared at the pot on the stove. You didnt put that there did you? You swallowed and stepped over to the pot. Lifting the lid, you gazed down into its contents. Macaroni. When you saw it you dropped the lid and backed away, bumping the table hard. You took shaky breaths, the smell of the cheesy pasta hitting your nostrils with each one. It very involuntarily made your mouth water. You wiped the drool from your chin and shook your head. What are you really so afraid of? There were no signs of a break in as far as you were aware and it was just macaroni. You walked up to the mysterious pot of pasta and the smell hit your nose much harder. Curiosity got the better of you and convincing yourself you must've made it (or else it wouldnt be there), you took out a spoon.

You took a single pasta out and tossed it into your mouth. Delicious. Probably the best thing youd ever graced your tastebuds with. A pool of saliva collected in your mouth and you swallowed it to make room for the macaroni you were going to consume ravenously. At some point you tossed the spoon aside and used your hands before coming to your senses. You looked at your messy hands and then to the near empty pot of macaroni. You felt sick. A little more than sick. A searing pain ripped through you for but a moment and you dropped to your knees in agony. You held your belly which was considerably larger in size. You struggled for breaths as you tried to calm yourself. Your attention was brought to the puddle you were sitting in. That wasnt there at first. You looked at your pants and saw the massive wet spot in the middle. Did you piss yourself? It didnt smell like piss and it wasnt yellow. Water? Oh. Oh no.

Another pain settled through you and it felt as if something were moving in your belly. It was unsettling. You struggled to pull yourself to your feet and realized you needed to get to a hospital. If you really were going into labor, there was no natural way to get this baby out of you. There was barely a natural way to get it into you. You slowly made your way to your bedroom to get your phone. Every step became increasingly more agonizing and you felt lightheaded by the time you made it to your room. You crawled into your bed and grabbed your phone, dropping it in the narrow space between your bed and nightstand. You cursed aloud and gritted your teeth as worse pain began to set in. You tried to reach for the phone the best you could but it just wasnt happening. You slapped a hand over your forehead, cursing again, and again. It hurt. You groaned loudly, laying flat on the bed. You didnt want to die here, you refused to die here.

You screamed as you held your belly. The pain was making you incapable of coming up with a proper plan. You cursed and gripped your covered. You thrashed in pain and frustration. Why was this happening to you? Breathing was getting harder and the room was spinning. You couldve sworn you felt something move your hand. You looked and saw another pair of hands holding yours. You looked up and saw someone. Your special someone. That bitch. That bastard. They did this to you. You wanted to scream and shout every curse word you knew at them, but all that came out was another pained scream. They stroked your hand and cooed. "Dont worry, I'm here. I'm here." They reassured. You couldnt be sure whether they were actually here or if this was actually them but the tenderness of their voice made you feel less alone. They pushed your legs up and you wanted to kick them. Instead tears poured down your cheeks and they reached over and wiped them from your face. "Get this out of me!" You shouted, your first coherent sentence since you went into labor. You screamed again. They stroked your cheek and whispered. "Soon."

You thrashed on the bed again and screamed. "It hurts! Its hurts so bad! Please! Just get it out!" They seemed to be thinking to themself. As you let another shrill scream out, they decide to give you mercy and climb up onto the bed. You can barely see between the tears and the room violently spinning around you but they lean over your belly. You didnt see the knife in their hands but you definitely felt when they pushed it into your flesh. The pain made your ears ring and you couldn't hear anything they were saying if they were even saying anything to you. They dragged the knife across your belly and pulled it out, letting it clatter to the floor. The sheets were soaked in fluids spilling from you, even more when they reached into the incision and grasped something solid. You were too weak to even scream by that point. Your head lolled back and you were phasing in and out of conciousness. As you were finally granted unconscious, you heard them speak. "Its a-" you black out.