Have you ever woken up in the morning and seen a ghost sitting in your computer chair? Well I have and you want to know what the scary part is? No, not the ghost in my chair. The fact that a ghost in my chair didn't even top the 15 strangest things...
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I snuggled the warm bundle close to my heart and rested my head above it. Tears of uncontrollable sadness trailed down my checks as my rib cage heaved with my sobs, causing my ribs to ach painfully. I was shaking so hard the bundle I held tightly began to stir. My beautiful one month old daughter turned her head to face me, reaching a tiny hand no bigger than an inch or two towards the tears that streamed down my checks, but instead I grabbed her hand and nibbled on it causing her to laugh. If only it were that easy to take the sadness away from my own heart, though as I will consider in years to come, I am beyond lucky and so is my daughter that this played out the way it did.
My husband is not a kind man; in fact he is considered one of the cruelest in all of history. I might admit that I have some feelings deep down that may resemble compassion or even dare I say love, but the events that have unfolded through the last months are more painful than words can describe.
My dear husband does not know I was pregnant to begin with. How is this possible? Well, my life is a commonly known story in history, though some events have been mixed up in translation. I am Persephone, daughter of Demeter and Zeus and I am the queen of the underworld, well for at least four months of the year I am anyway.
I found out I was pregnant with my daughter two months into my yearly visit with my husband, but unlike regular families I did not tell my husband about the pregnancy, I kept it a secret. And when I started to show my last few days of my visit, I wore his shirts to hide the changes my body was having. He was a proud and possessive man and thought I wanted to wear his clothes to make him happy and seeing as it worked to my advantage I let the arrogant man think that. When I left, my husband did not know I was carrying his child, let alone what I planned to do in seven months.
A crash of thunder rattles the window to my left and I jump, though unlike most babies my daughter does not cry. She simply stares at me like I have the answer to all her questions and I wish more than anything I did, because then I would be able to tell her that I would one day see her again, but I can't because deep down in my bones I know I will never see this beautiful young baby grow into an amazing young girl. I will not be there to guide her or help her chose who she is. With the rain hitting the window in a slanted downfall, the mood is foreboding at best and a small part of me does see the irony within the weather outside.
The only other noise beside the rain and my hiccups from crying is the ever growing ticking of the clock. I used to love time. I used to love when the sun was at its highest and I knew it was midday, with the sun shine casting over the never ending fields of flowers. Only now whenever I look at a clock I do not see midday sunshine or the darkness of night, I see a count down. The seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months before I have to go back. Back to the man who tricked me into his home, who tricked me into a title of royalty I did not want to begin with. Who tricked me into eating a few pomegranate seeds that would forever link me to Hell.
