Ashya's POV
I woke up around 10am, to find myself laying in a puddle of blood all around me. I was frightened at the sight of all the blood especially when I realized it was coming from my vagina. I already knew what that could mean. Either I've lost my baby or I'm just spotting. Yeah this is too much blood to be spotting. I ran to the bathroom in my room and sat on top of the toilet. Blood continued to drop, until it decided to finally stop. I sighed and went in the shower to wash off. After getting dressed, I took off the bedsheets and asked Maria to give me another sheet and throw these ones out. She looked into my eyes with sorrow. I tried my best to act calm but when she left the room I suddenly broke down. What was I doing wrong??
I ate well, I got enough rest, I didn't do drugs or drink alcohol, i tried not to stress as much....
I took my prenatal vitamins, I check up on my baby . Somehow, It's all my fault. I continued to cry into my palms until Jameel's entered the room. Why is it that everytime I'm sad he comes in?
He didn't say anything to me , he just held me tight. I needed a tight hug. I wasn't going to tell him what happened though. I just needed to clear my mind, but there wasn't really anything I could do that would make me forgive myself for being such a horrible soon-to-be mother.. I didn't care for my child. I can't believe I even thought I would be a good mother.
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Trapped
Ficção Adolescentemy life has always been hard. I've never had an easy life. I dealt with it though, until things became harder and harder to manage. Eventually I was sold into prostitution, and trapped.. mentally, physically and emotionally trapped.
