Cars whiz around outside, the rain pours down heavily, big fat drops splashing around, every few minutes you can here the great roar of the thunder and in a split second a flash of lighting somewhere off in the distance fills the sky with its glorious colour. I hate hospitals. I always have, they may be a place where life starts but it's also a place for death, pain, loneliness and grieve.
My darling baby was placed in my arms. "Hello there little one" I smiled down at my gorgeous little girl. My eyes glanced down to her wrist, eager to know the date, taking her fragile little arm out of the cloth I could just start to see the ink- and once again she was gone. Whisked away into the arms of the midwife, and out the doors of the dark and gloomy hospital room. I dropped my head back onto the pillow, helpless.
The midwife had taken her away to enter her into the system, from there she will be given a name. It hurts, not being able to name her myself... our twisted way of life controls us. The system controls our lives. Literally.
Footsteps approach my door, the midwife opens it.. my baby girl isn't with her. She smiles at me and hands me a little slip of paper with a name, a birthday and a death day. Addison Falls, Tuesday 22 April 2104, Tuesday 29 April 2121. Addison, what a gorgeous name.
- Ok so it short but eh, I haven't written in ages -
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My Very Own Death Day
FantasyAt birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their wrist. I was supposed to die yesterday.
