Gone

"You Are Confined Only By The Walls You Build" 33

Isabella and I piled onto the plane. Since the plane was slightly small, there were 3 rows of 2. Isabella and I had the middle row all to ourselves. Instead of listening to babies screaming and singing karoke hopefuls, I closed my eyes, plugged into my IPod, and held my growing stomach. Never did I actually fall asleep on that flight, but I got scared after Isabella shook me to announce we're here. We were in San Diego, California airport, with it full of people. We rented a car from the next door car services, a shiny Range Rover. After Isabella got used to the groove, we drove to a Hilton Hotel, buying 2 nights in there. We decided to stay tonight, the funeral night tomorrow, and leave the next day. It seemed a good idea. 

I plopped onto my bed, and turned on my side, looking outside at the horrible weather. It was thundering and lightning. It seemed truly unbearable. I looked down at my stomach, as if I could see my baby. "Hi, Kennedy..." I hummed, smiling. She kicked me as if a kick was a reponse. "Hi, my little princess." Yet another kick. "I have yet to see you, but I love you very, very much." There was yet another little kick. "You migh not have a daddy, but mommy and auntie Adri- Isabella love you so much, a daddy doesn't matter!" She kicked me about 15 more times. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know how, much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away." She kicked my once and stopped despite I repeated the song twice more. When I went to the bathroom I saw more blood. Not alot, just a few ounces. 

Isabella walked into the hotel room after getting some food, but I wasn't hungry. I ate before the flight, and on the flight, and I had no appetite. Isabella began to complain about myself not eatting and maybe having to go back hospital, but I stopped her by not listening. She laid on her own bed, and turned the television on. I watched the lightning strike now in places. Far away I saw the blue sea. It was beautiful. Sea gulls flew to safety. Pedestrians in the streets below ran for safety of the rain. If I were one of the pedestrians I would bask in the glory of the rain. A couple of kids in the cliche yellow rain coat and long, black, rubber rain boots jumped in the puddle. Depite many parents said the exact opposite, I wanted my daughter to run out in the rain. To enjoy the nice, cool weather that pounded against the ground. To enjoy everything as long as she could. her mother could have died a few months ago when a man caught her easdropping on his conversation.  She needed to be careful, and safe. What if she loves One Direction? What if she hates them? It would be nice if she liked her mother's crush's band. 

Would she have blue eyes like me? Or his eyes? My brown hair, or whatever color was his? Was her name supposed to be Kennedy Robbins or Kennedy McDonald?

"It's time to get up in the morning, in the morning, got MacDonalds breakfast for you, just for you or any other brand. We drove two miles to get it, so you better get up and eat it. You don't want to be a selfish, lazy, crazy boy, Harry... So we gotta get up! Time to get up!" I rolled over, and pressed snooze on Isabella's buzzing alarm clock phone app. 

"Isabellaaaaa," I groaned, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. "Isabella!" She jumped up, scared of who was calling her. Laughing, I threw a pillow at her. I got out my black dress, and black shoes. I had a black hat, and big sunglasses. The shower I got in was cold. Once I got out, I cuddled into the towel, since that was warmer than the shower. The dress went down to my ankles, and was free flowing from the top of belly. It had a sparkly silver stripe across my belly. From there up, it had one sleeve, on my left shoulder. My hat was black, and like a sun hat. It had about 5 black flowers above my right eye, and had a bow made of black lace. It was smaller than a sombraro, but bigger than a baseball cap. My shoes were sparkly black flats.  My sunglasses were bigger than my eyes, so I had nothing to worry about. Even though I had contacts now, I hated to put them on. So techincally I was blonde haired, and blue eyed. 

They're there. They're there. They. He. Hes right there, waiting for me. My nerves would not calm down. I knew they wouldn't since it'd be the first time seeing Niall for about 7 months.

We both got into the van, as Isabella decided to put music on. She had sun glasses on as well. Instead of thinking about how nervous I was, I focused on the rain outside. It was nonstop since yesterday morning. There was a strike of lightning far away. Someone caught a picture of that for sure. I saw a graveyard not to far off, as we pulled into it. There was a paved road going through the graveyard. We drove through the graveyard, as I grimaced at all the dead, rotted flowers. I was holding a few roses to put on the casket. 

Suddenly Isabella stopped the car cold in its tracks, and opened her door, calling out, "We're here." 

We both began up a large hill, and finally saw 10 bodies. 5 were familiar to me, as the other 5 were not. 4 were security, obviously for the boys, and one was a priest. The ceremony already began, and was almost halfway through as we made it up to the casket. I knew my sunglasses were tinted so no one could see, so instead of paying attention, I starred at Niall.

All the other boys looked exactly the same, except they were sane, clean, and healthy. I saw each boy take a peek at me and Isabella, looking us from head to toe. Harry winked at Isabella, who smiled. Niall was the closet one to the preach, then Liam, Harry, Zayn, and Louis, who was next to Isabella, then me, and the priest again. The agents stood behind the boys, watching over them, like something was happening. 

I studied Niall's face as he kept his head down, his eyes closed, and a steady face. Did he think I was coming? Did he know it was me? He had smile lines around his mouth, and his hair was dyed back blonde. His eyes looked worn out, and he had bags under his eyelids.

Suddenly all the boys were starring at me, and Isabella hissed, "Saphire!" I looked up, mumbling, "Huh?" And she gestured to the roses I had squeezed the life out of. I approached the casket, thinking about her dead eyes starring into my soul. I placed the pink roses that were choked on her casket, and returned to the place I was standing. The funeral was over.

The boys began walking down the hill to their car, a limo. The priest went his own way. Me and Adrianna were alone. I hissed out in pain when I felt her kick. It didn't feel like a kick, but it really hurt. I fell on my knees, and whimpered. I held my stomach, and felt something sticky roll down my leg. I screamed out in pain, and pushed my stomach in. I looked at my ankles. I had a trail of red sticky blood covering my legs. I fell backward, and laid on the ground. My sunglasses were tilted half on, half off, and my hat was flown somewhere else. I cried out in pain again.

"Help!" Isabella crouched down, removing her sunglasses. That was the last thing I saw since I kept my eyes shut. "Help!" Isabella screamed louder.

"What's wrong?" I heard a deep voice say. I squeezed my eyes shut, and pressed down on my stomach still, until I began losing feeling in my body. I wrangled out one last cry for help with all the voice I had. I felt someone pull my sunglasses off, and open my eye lid forcefully and gasp. 

"Andrea!"

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