After The Book - Ezria FanFiction (Finished)

I Found The World Peace

Aria's POV

I woke up on a cold hard floor. I look around and all I see is cement; Cement walls, cement floor, cement ceiling... Too much cement.

I start to sit up and remember how I got here. -A did it again. Why my? Why do they keep coming after me? Why does -A want my baby SO bad?!

I sit up and look further into the room. It's about the size of a storage unit with a small window in the corner. Theres not a single thing in the room besides myself and a mattress laying on the floor. No bed frame, no blanket, nothing. I get up to investigate the room more; to see if there is any possible way out. As my legs fall straight the pain shoots across my stomach.

"Ahh!" I yell in pain.

If I'm in labor this is seriously not the right time. What am I supposed to do? As if giving birth wasn't scary enough, imagine it in a cold dark room all by yourself! I start to panic. 

"I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this." I paced back and forth in the room.

Okay survival mode. I've gotten out of pretty much everything -A has put me through. But this one just happens to be the most important of them all. I am NOT going to have this baby in this room. I am NOT going to give up. And I am NOT going to give birth without Ezra here. I can't do it without him. He's been here with me this whole time by my side, I'm not going to change that now.

"YOU'RE NOTHING! YOU LITERALLY ARE NOTHING! I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" I scream into the walls. I hope -A can hear me.

I start with the window. I took the mattress and slid it against the wall. I climb up and investigate. I could definitely pass through it if I really tried, but the window had bars on it. Think Aria, THINK. The only thing in this room is the bed and myself. How the hell can a bed be useful?

As the pain shoots through my body once more, I want to give up again. I jumped down on the bed and started to cry in my hands as I rocked up and down from the bed springs absorbing my fall.

Thats it! The bed springs!

I take my the boot off my foot and start rubbing it aggressively against the bed; hoping to tear a hole. I pushed with all the strength my body had in me. I've been through so much, I can get through this. I have to. If not for me, then for this baby.

After almost 15 minuets of continues rubbing, I finally got a tear in the mattress. I started pulling the edges until I found the springs. I jerked one out as hard as I could. Once I had one in my grasp, I quickly got back on top of the bed and got face to face with the window. I took the spring in my hand and wrapped it around one of the bars. I wiggled it back and forth hoping to cause some kind of friction. *Snap* the bar broke loose from the bottom.

I did this on every bar I could see until there were no more bars. I had to use multiple springs as they kept breaking, but I eventually did it. I'm not sure how much time has passed, but my contractions are getting closer and closer together. I am tired beyond all belief and almost gave up at one point. But I'd rather die from exhaustion than give birth by myself. 

Now that the window is finally bar free, I grabbed one of the bars I took off of it from the floor. I back up as far as the little room would let me and threw the bar at the window.

"Gah!" I grunted as I chucked it with all the strength I had left.

The glass shattered and went all over the floor. The room filled with light from the outdoors. I ran out of the  window frame.

When I stumbled into the brightness, I see the parking lot I just came from. I look behind me and see the storage unit shop that was located next to the baby store I was just at. As my eyes adjust to the light, I realize the sun was going down. Me and the girls got there at 11am which means I must have been in there for almost 7 hours!