Last Breath – Chapter 21.
So guys. I’ve been working on the first chapter for my new story ‘wake up call.’ And so, my brain hurts, and I don’t have much writing power in me. Plus it’s 1:46am.
Anyways, back to the point, I’m going to make this chapter rather short and sweet, the next chapter will be long and important I promise. But like I said, I’ve been writing my new story. I’d appreciate it if you had a read of it, it’s a teacher/student love story, there’s only one chapter yet, so I know you’s wont be too intrigued, but y’know give it a shot.
Oh and finally, I love my best friend. And she’s an amazing writer, and therefore behold my shout out; I DEMAND EVERY BODY CHECKS OUT ‘BeMyForever’s STORY, ‘Is this meant to happen?’ IT’S A STUDENT TEACHER LOVE STORY, AND WELL. SHE’S GOT MUCH BETTER SKILL THAN ME. JUST GO READ AND VOTE! But don’t forget lil’ol’me ;3
Anyway, I’ll stop rambling now, follow me on twitter dudee’s and dudet’s my name’s WriteItOnTheSky.
-Annie’s P.O.V-
The familiar, clinical smell of hospital’s filled my nostrils. I couldn’t deny the fact I was scared about what was happening, I wasn’t really ready for labour, I hadn’t thought about it. In my eyes, I shouldn’t have to think about labour for another 3 months. But it was happening now. The baby was coming now, and I wasn’t ready. I squeezed my eyes shut, and a tear rolled down my cheek. Taylor must have noticed, as I felt him squeeze my hand. I opened my eyes and look up to be greeted with Taylor’s warm smile.
“I love you Annie.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” I said, my voice shaky. I took deep breath’s to calm my self, as the nurses began shouting things at each other, stuff about my blood pressure, and other sorts of medical terms, I zoned out and stopped listening to them. I just focused on the feel of Taylor’s warm hand in mine, and the fact that he was going to be with me the whole time, throughout labour, and through the baby’s childhood.
“He’s not going to leave me.” I repeated the words in my head, at a slow and steady pace, it helped keep me at least a little calmer.
“Well, this is it.” One of the nurses smiled warmly at me, as I was wheeled through two double doors, into a hospital room.
“Why am I in labour, it’s not my time, I’m not due for another 3 months, is there something wrong, what’s happening?” I asked frantically, my speech speeding up, with the odd stutter hear and there.
“Just calm down sweetie, and lets just focus on getting this baby out.” She threw me another warming smile, and I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, at another attempt to calm myself again. A massive pain shot through my stomach, and I gasped holding onto my bump. The nurse looked at me with a worried expression; she could obviously tell I was in pain. Next thing I know my hand was cold and empty, as Taylor was ushered out of the room.
“Where’s he going? No, wait, TAYLOR!” I screamed. I was scared as hell, and now was not the time to take the one thing keeping me calm.