Tears slipping past her eyes, she screams in agony, anguish.
The doctors rush to her, but only to grab- snatch the baby the person at the end of the table is carrying. They swing around the baby so full of life, smacking at it's bottom for it to mimic it's mother.
The mother stares at the baby in hatred, fisting bunches of her hair as waterfalls slowly caress her cheeks. She bunches her toes, her fingers, her brows in frustration. She throws a fit, much like the baby.
Mirroring each other, the mother let's a few sobs escape her mouth while she bites her lip so hard blood could spill. Her form is shaking slightly.
Her face matches the bloodshot color of her eyes at the current moment, seeming to be crying her eyes out. Her nose running everywhere, she is a mess.
The doctors shortly hand the baby to the mother, but all she does it let it lay on her chest as all she can do is breathe and calm down. She slowly looks down to the baby laying on her chest with a sharp look, intention.
For a moment, all she can do is just stare at the baby in horror. It's crying, squirming on top of her while she is in a hospital gown- but basically naked at this point. She slowly bring up her arms.
She chokes back a sob. A look which only predators show when hunting their prey flashes onto her face, a dangerous look, and quickly, she is sitting up and squishing the babies face with her hands.
It was almost as if the moment happened in a flash, one moment she was calm and the next she was not. Her legs are shaking while her hands grip so, so tightly at the babies face.
Aggressive cries wake within the baby, and tears are streaming down the mother's face. She stretches it's cheeks, squeezes it's lips, pinches it nose, prods at it's eyes. She squeezes the babies frail arms with such firmness, and the babies cries become so loud it's a cry you couldn't ever forget.
An electric shock goes through her whole body, and a rush comes along with it. A rush of an anger so strong, a hatred so big, it expands her heart.
Her whole entire hand could fit just the babies head alone, so she does exactly what she was planning to go on with and grabs the babies head with intent. A strength flows through her and she closes her eyes and squeezes. She closes her eyes and before she can smash through the babies head, the doctors try their best to carefully take the baby away from her.
She yanks the babies head back slightly as the doctors are holding the rest of the baby, and a muffled cry is the only thing you can hear in the silence. Other doctors immediately take this as their cue to grab the mother.
The baby is taken away from the mother momentarily. A look of abhor is the only response from the mother and all she does is grunt.
She passes out onto the hospital bed afterwards, though.
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a/n; sorry for the short chapter guys
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FanfictionJanuary 20th was the day you were born. Well, it was also the day of your grandfather's death. 'Girl' was what the doctor announced, but (M/n) was what you were named. (also on quotev by chrysisgoodatliteracy!!!)
