A/N OK SO THANK YOU ALL WHO HAVE VOTED..COMMENTED..READ..FOLLOWED! YOUR SUPPORT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!!! I WAS WONDERING IF ANYONE WANTED TO CREATE A COVER FOR THE BOOK? MINE KINDA SUCKS ATM! MESSAGE ME ABOUT IT AND I WILL DEDICATE A CHAPTER TO YOU AND IF I CHOOSE YOURS THEN TWO DEDICATIONS, A FOLLOW, READ ANY OF YOUR STORIES WITH FEEDBACK..VOTES..AND COMMENTS! ALSO IM SORRY ABOUT THE SHORTNESS OF THE CHAPTER IT'S KINDA A FILLER AND IT IS NEEDED! SO THANKS!!! AND ALSO WHO SHOULD PLAY LEZABETH AND JAN?
Chapter 2:
Lezabeths POV
All I heard was a deep breath and the sound of a disconnection in the call.
Shit what the hell did I just do? I had to tell her didn't I? I know her, she'll cry to herself and keep it from the rest of my family. Good I couldn't bear my last few hours knowing I've worried them so.
Its alright though. I welcome death. Sweet oblivion. Can't be that bad right? We all have to go sometime and at least I have this little baby coming with me. I let the tears burn down my cheeks mercilessly. My baby I imagine a beautiful little boy; and he's running around in a beautiful meadow filled with all colors of the rainbow expressed it the most exotic flowers. His eyes shine with light and innocence. He will be my light, the light of the world. I smile through the tears and reach down to rub my belly. He kicks and I can't help the giggle that flutters through me. I'm happy.
After about an hour of humming lullaby’s to my belly and crying, I finally feel the entire weight of my fate. I'm actually dying. I think back to just an hour before of happiness and joy. Bullshit, that was me in utter denial. I don't want to die, I want to raise my little light and watch him grow. I want to see my family again and hug them and I swear if I got the chance I'd tell them they where right about Jan. I can't just die. It can't just be over! My body racks in another round of sobs. You know what the funny thing about death is? When its so far out of reach you crave it, but when you have no choice weather you live or die, you want the option that's harder to obtain. And right now my desired option is life. Jan's voice appears in my head. His promises of a great life and of being a great father a great husband. The mans a damn criminal, a gang member, a high school drop-out. He's a fucking drug addict and I still believed his shit. I still do, I still love him with every ounce of my being.
Wheres Jan? He should be here. Why isn't he?
Those are the last thoughts I have before I hear a doctor on the phone with Jan saying how I'm going to die in my sleep if I comply and sleep now. I'm suddenly exhausted and I willingly accept my exhaustion. I can't fight the death and if I'm going to die I'd very much rather it be in my sleep. And so I drift off.
I see a light not to far ahead and I run towards it. I'm weightless, but I can't seem to move fast enough to catch the light. It's shrinking and moving away from me. No! No! Light! My light is leaving me! I
keep running willing myself to go faster and not be left abandoned by the light. I come close to closing in on it and eventually find myself one fast step away. Finally. The light. But before I can get to my escape I feel an almost graceful pressure on my bicep turning me around. I give in to the force, but only after I watch my light speed away to far in the distance for me to catch it.
She's beautiful. I don't believe in angles, but that's the only thing I can relate this women to. Shes tall, so tall. Her hair is full and pearl blond flowing down in perfect waves all around her and reaching knee length. She smiles and I feel as if the world starts spinning around me and my body is levitating towards her. I look into her eyes there strength resembles fire, but the color is a royal blue I have never seen before. It's as if you took the richest blue and turned it as clear and shiny as a diamond. She doesn't look human. Her face is in the shape of a heart and she has an overall pale complexion. Shes dressed in an elegant white gown with a ribbon crisscrossing down both arms. Her dress is tight fitted all over except the tail that pools at her feet and extends behind her. Shes lean and I can't help, but be jealous of her. Her cheek bones and red lips are extenuated against her porcelain skin. Her skin looks like its made out of glass perfectly sculptured, smooth, and all her edges sharp.
I watch her as she glides over to me and I only then realize the baby wrapped in a white silk fabric in the womens' arms. Shes beautiful an olive complexion and big round black eyes. She already has eyelashes and faint hair on her head and brows. She looks at me and gives me a face splitting smile. I can't seem to fight the thought that the baby resembles me. Shes the tinniest thing I've ever seen and my heart lunges for her. I can't help it, but to love the beautiful creature. Shes perfect and her skin resembles the angles as well as her red lips and sharp edges. The lips and cheekbones remind me of Jan's too. And I frown at the thought of him. The women must have seen so before I can even comprehend that she had moved, her hand is on my face cupping my cheek motherly. Its inhuman, her touch. Cold, but it radiates warmth. Smooth, but hard and I lean into the support. She speaks and I feel like I'm drowning in her voice. The sound is like the most beautiful symphony and it surrounds you without suffocating you. Its smooth and flows perfectly. I can almost feel the icy hotness much like her touch, engulf me. Not at all like Jan's predatory voice that seduces you and reels you in. The words then sink in.
“Darling, do not fret, do not frown. I have brought you a gift. She's your child and she will save you. You must protect her. You will live to protect her. She is fragile don't break her. She holds a great light that can be consumed with darkness if you aren't careful. She loves you and she will always love you. Her love is pure and true and it will always uphold you above all.”
I stare into the expectant eyes of the little baby, and I know what she is saying is true. I'm a mother now and I will fight for my life. She beams at me as if she read my thoughts. This is my little light.
