New Priorities: a Shatter Me fan-fiction (Warnette)

Chapter Eight

-*{ Juliette's Pov }*-

The days pass by even slower now. I think I've been here for about two weeks, but I have no way of knowing, it's just an estimated guess.

I no longer see Thomas or Anna, in fact I don't really see anyone. I get food and drinks delivered by a man who literally just slips them through a slightly opened door, them bolts it shut again.

My sickness is getting worse, I feel like shit all the time. I want to be home, I want to throw up in a toilet, and not in a bucket that makes the whole room smell like vomit.

I want to have a shower- no wait, I want a long, hot, bubbly bath, with lavender scents and quite sounds of the popping bubbles. I want to see another room, that is not this padded box. I want to see Kenji, Castle, James, Winston, Brendon, Alia, Lily, even Ian and Adam. But most of all, I want- no wait, need, to see Aaron. My Aaron.

I want to be able to tell him the news, I want to see how he would react. I want to imagine how I would have found out, if it weren't for me being brought here. Would I even know yet? Would I still be in the dark about it, just thinking I have a bug or virus?

I just want to go home. Go back to my normal life, waking up next to a blond haired hero, my hero. Stall ing for as long as I can with Aaron to keep from  leaving our room, spending as much time with each other as possible.

My eyes prick with tears, I want a simple hug, a cuddle.

~*—*~

I've been curled up on the mattress, when suddenly the room flashes red, while a siren blares unnecessary loud.

The door to my room opens and two armed men come in, pointing their guns at me. (Rude bastards) I stand up and look at them with confusion. "What's?" I don't have time to finish my question when suddenly, one of them pulls the trigger.

BOOM

The bullet lands just below my right breast.

No I think. My baby.

I fall onto my knees and then back onto my ass, as my back hits the wall.

I try and hold my bullet wound to suppress the blood flow, but that isn't happening any time soon by the looks of things.

The two men have all but left my room, some sort of gas smoker now lay in the middle of the room, filling the room with a coat of something that's making it hard for me to breath, or it could be because I have a hole gouged through my stomach.

"HELP!" I scream, sobbing and coughing as fear overrides any other fight I have left. "PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME!" My voice is becoming significant weaker.

"Please" I sob, pain withering away at me, agony surging through my body.

As my eyes loose focus, I hear and see, through blurry eyes, the door opening and a group of people coming in. The gas smoker, is thrown out the room.

"Juliette!" Someone shouts. "Stay with me, my love." I know all too well who that is.

Aaron's here.

I gasp. "Aaron." I cut myself off coughing.

"It's me love, I'm here." I can feel him applying pressure to my wound, the same pressure I was doing before I lost all my strength. "You're okay now."

I shake my head, trying so hard to find my voice. I need to tell him so he understands the urgency of this.

I push with all I have to say the next few words, "the- t-the baby."

My eyes roll back and i can feel myself loosing connection to reality, though, right now, I'm still here.

"What baby, Juliette, we'll go and get them, where are they?" He asks, I can hear the crack of fear in his voice.

I shake my head. "I-I'm pr-pre-pregnant."

After that, there is nothing other than blackness.