ℳ Little Anya was layed in my arms. I had just had my first baby. Mine and Calums baby. He liked the name Anna and I like the name Yasmin so we blended them. She was still only minutes old.
"Can I hold her?" Calum whispered, my eyes trailing up from the small bundle in my arms to him. I nod and Calum brings his arms out and takes her gently.
"I'm going to have a sleep." You whisper. You were so tired. You could bearly move. Your eyes shut. From then on it felt like you were in a third person perspective. Calum hugged Anya. The nurses came to clean her up and tired to shake my body awake. They were shaking and screaming. I felt hand on my chest, pumping as hard as they could. A mouth came in contact with mine, giving air to my no longer breathing body.
"(Y/N)! Please!" Calum screams as he's dragged out of the room. I'm stood in the corner. There's nothing I can do. I'm watching myself die. I can hear my baby screaming. I need to help her. I try and walk over to her but my arms they slip right through her. I begin crying. I can't do anything. Calum needs me. I hear him banging on the door, screaming. My baby needs Calum. Please.
"Please!" I scream but no one notices.
"Please!" I scream louder.
"Please!" Now I'm screaming so loud i cant hear anything else. No one will notice me. I hear someone whispering 'One last try' but they all know I'm gone. I know that I'm gone. I cant stand here listening to my baby cry. I run out of the room, walls and doors are not a problem. I cant touch anything. Outside the door Calum is sat on the floor, his hands over his ears. He's whispering my name.
"Calum!" I scream, "Calum notice me, please!"
I scream and I try shaking him, hitting him, kissing him. Nothing is working. I hear a my life line go dead and then... Nothing. I'm gone. I have to spend eternity like this. This thing that cant do anything. I can't speak. I can't touch things. I'm helpless.
"Calum." I whisper. He needs to be there for Anya. He needs to look after her and love her twice as much. For both of us.
"Please." I whisper and touch his shoulder. I have nothing. I am nothing. I walk back into the room where my baby is still screaming. I can't help her. She needs someone there. I stand over her.
"Anya!" I shout.
"Anya! Stop!" I cry, "please."
Just then she opened her eyes for the first time and I'm sure she saw me, she saw me and she smiled. She knows I'm here.
I'm not alone.
