Dear Diary! (student/teacher relationship) ~COMPLETE!~

Ch. 41 Hope ~*~ALTERNATE ENDING~*~

For those of you who could not stand the idea of Arielle dying, I have made an alternative, HAPPY ending. I hope you'll like it!

The first half is the same as Chapter 40. But it changes. ;)

Arielle's POV

I could remember Vincent putting me in the backseat of someone's vehicle. Up until now, everything was blurry, but now I couldn't see anything. It was as if my eyes were shut tight, but they weren't. Even though I could not see, I knew that my mom and Cora were with me in the back seat. Eventually I became unconscious and completely unaware of anything that was going on, But I could still FEEL things. I was completely aware of what was going on with my body.

I felt a stinging sensation in my side and then soon after that, I felt myself being moved. Finally, the movement stopped and my body became rigid and began making jerking movements that I was unable to control. During that time, my eyes finally opened wide and I could see again, all I could see was a bright light above me and people standing and running around me. I tried so hard to ask them where I was and what was happening. I knew my lips were moving, but my voice wouldn't cooperate.

The people were talking to me, but their voices all sounded slurred and I couldn't make out their words. And then I again fell asleep. This time was different though. I couldn't feel any pain. I felt nothing. But I did feel scared. I didn't know why I felt so much fear, I just did. But I wasn't scared for myself. I was scared for our daughter. I felt like something was wrong and that I would never meet her or even see her. And THAT feeling was worse than all the pain combined.

I don't know how I knew, but I knew that my body was trying to give birth. I knew that if I didn't give it all I had that she might not make it. Something in me told me that no matter what, I may not meet her, and if that's the case, I don't want it to be because SHE died. I wanted my baby girl to live, even if it meant that I wouldn't. I knew that there was only room for one of us here on this earth, and I chose her. I focused all my energy on her. And I prayed. I managed to gain some control over my body and my mind and I forced myself push. I could feel the pressure as she made her way out of my body, along with all of my energy.

I had nothing left in me.

I was cold and alone. In a dark place. No sound. No light. Just myself and the infinite emptiness. All I could do was pray that my baby survived the whole process and would recover from this.

I started to cry because I knew that I would never even get to hold her or get to know her. I only hoped that she would know how much I loved her. I would never even know if she made it out alive.

Suddenly, I felt warmth return to my body and I could hear my own heart beating. I gasped for air and was conscious of what was going on around me.

"This is amazing," I heard someone say enthusiastically. "She's a perfectly healthy baby."

"What was the weight, Stephanie?"

"9 pounds and 6 oz., sir. And Arielle is responding well to having her baby against her chest."

I could feel her. I could feel the warmth of every inch of her skin on mine and her heart beating on top of mine. I could smell her and feel her breath against my chest.

Then I heard Vincent's voice. He was talking to somebody. I couldn't make out any words, but I recognized his voice. Finally, the other voices were gone and it was just Vincent, our daughter, and me. He sat beside us, holding my hand, and spoke to us.

"I can't wait for you to wake up and meet our precious little girl," I heard his voice say. "She's you made over."

Open your eyes! Open your eyes! I screamed to myself in my mind. If I could feel and hear everything, then why wouldn't my body do what I wanted it to. I laid there in the hospital bed completely frustrated as I continued to try to make any movement.