Soul Ties

Chapter 57 [ No. ]

Romans 12:12

Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.

Ziana
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The whole atmosphere is filled with nothing but darkness. Every aspect of it showing how miserable the past few hours have been. I just woke up from my daze, my head has been spinning ever since i opened my eyes.

My eyes feel almost glued together refusing to wake up until i hear romans voice to do just that. It seems crazy but i feel like he's in trouble...

God, please take care of him. Please give him your strength and your Guidance. No matter what mistakes he makes... please just be with him. For me? Amen.

With a few blinks they finally managed to open. To be honest i was completely confused of what had happened when they finished the surgery with me but as i lay my hand on my stomach... on top of the dark brown stitches Sown imperfectly onto my lower stomach.

Im empty. I'm empty, my eyes water when i realise for the first time since surgery that I'm empty and my baby is officially separated from me.

For months i have been feeling like she was a part of me. Heck, she is a part of me. She has my dna, she has my blood, she has my heart beat... or at least thats what the doctors said. She's mine.

My perfect little girl.

I'm stuck with the ugly scar over the place that monster gripped me that night but this time the scar isn't from his hands but its from my baby... my beautiful baby.

My family is real now. So why isn't roman here to make it complete? To think it could just be me and my baby girl alone in this world, how would i do it? I try to remember that God is here with me... it's much easier to do when the whisper of Pastor Davis's sermon hums in the background.

I see suck in a breath as i attempt to bring my body up on the bed and rest on my elbows, am I doing it? Am i moving? I have no idea but im definitely feeling a sharp stinging pain all over of my body.

I can barely move, even blinking hurts. If i breathe too hard i wince in pain, People always say they're going to get a Caesarian surgery instead because it's less effort but if today taught me anything it's that a natural birth is what i would have preferred.

But im just happy God allowed everything to be done safely.

The hospital room is lit up a warm orange from the morning sunlight shining through the thin blurry glass from the closed cream door. The scent of pure nature attempts to soothe my wounds, and I'm confused since my body wont allow me to see anything but the ceiling.

Somehow my body is portraying the same feeling as my mind is.

I try again to move my body from where it lies down on this stiff bed, but I quickly accept defeat and press the button for a nurse.

"Good Morning evening! Welcome back." Doctor Andrews whispers, i lift up my head to see her face with an innocent smile on her face as she tip toes into the room not wanting to disturb the peace. She pulls a wheelchair along with her towards the bed

"How you feeling?" She asks with a pout at the sight of me, i try to make some words come out but my voice is completely gone, my throat dry as ever.