Stillbirth

TRIGGER WARNING

This is a work of fiction. Names and events in this story are all fake; I don't condone any of the actions done by some characters; all toxic beliefs are none of my own. If you are squeamish and suffer from any mental illness I suggest you turn back now and read something else. If you decide to stick around, thank you for the courtesy of giving me a chance to traumatize the fuck out of you...or at least attempt to. Oh, and just in case you couldn't tell, this story is not family-friendly but I still encourage kids to read this. That's more clout for me and I'd appreciate it...Just kidding. 

Or am I? 

"I loved my mother, she's a good girl." - Charles Manson

Sabrina Fossett tried holding her breath for as long as she could. The lights in the house were off drowning her surroundings in darkness. With only moonlight softly projecting through the windows, it was hard to see anything. The closet that the young woman trapped herself in was much worse and very humid. It was one of those last-minute decisions made in the heat of the moment. While consciously praying; she started to feel her body ache from crouching uncomfortably in the corner of that small space. Sabrina knew best - she's experienced with this type of situation. She was going to hustle through the pain and not move a muscle. No matter how badly her toes cramped and the stabbing pain in her ribs made her want to adjust; she was not going to move;

A.

Single.

Fucking.

Muscle.

The intruder's footsteps echoed through the lonely hallways. No words were said but she knew there was more than one person downstairs. Even with the beating of a heart bound to explode any second within her chest, she could hear them but couldn't tell how many there were.

Her brown eyes went wide open once she realized what was going on. 'They found me.' She thought to herself. Too scared to weep, though the tears stung her bloodshot eyes, her body began to shake.

As her bedroom door opened with a loud creak, she was losing sight in one eye but both of them were rolling in the back of her skull. Her mouth began to drop, salivating like a dog, causing her t-shirt to become drenched in spit and sweat. The lonely stranger entered the room and closed the door behind him. They slowly walked to the closet door and froze. At that point, half of her body was numb and as she was drifting away; it felt like she was melting. The stranger wasn't aware that Sabrina was suffering from the stroke that had been causing the seizure. He began to speak anyway, "There's no point in hiding, you knew we'd come. What made you believe we wouldn't find you?"

Finally, her body was beginning to calm as she accepted her fate. Her sigh was a hymn of defeat that blessed this man's eardrums. The last thing she'd see before waking up again was that pale white face staring at her from the other side of the closet. Not once had she noticed that someone else was in there with her until he seized her with hands that felt just as cadaverous as his face looked.

When things went black, the pain and fear went away. For what seemed like another lifetime, she was a little girl again. Her mom was walking through the gardens, her father was chopping wood for the fireplace, and her brothers were horseplaying in the yard; getting covered in dirt. She sat beside the oak tree with a book in hand, but not reading. Instead, she watched her family wither away in age and decay. Her mom's skin wrinkled until her entire body evaporated to an ethereal dust that flew away with a gust of wind. The only being that stood still, unphased by the strange phenomenon and unharmed by it; was her father with an ax in hand. Except now the ax was dripping with fresh blood. The second his glare met her eyes, he began marching towards her heavily breathing.