alpha story part 3

chapter 6

Sara woke up with a head ache. A pounding, searing, migraine.

"Jesus, child, what are you doing to me?" she moaned, reaching down to her slightly rounded abdomen. She opened her eyes and stared at her ceiling.

"I had the weirdest dream," she whispered. "it seemed so real." She sat up and ran a hand threw her hair.

She couldn't think past the pain, and it got worse when she tried to remember yesterday.

Slipping on her glasses, she suddenly felt nausea erupted, and she barley made it in time to the bathroom, where she violently retched.

Shaking and sweaty, she straightened, and went threw her cupboard to find some medicine to get rid of her pain. She couldn't find anything, which was confusing. She usually had some type of Tylenol or pain meds.

She rolled her stiff neck, then stripped and stepped into the shower, the water blazing.

She didn't want to admit it, but the accident yesterday really shook her yesterday, her hands still trembling. She tried to scrub the last serval weeks off her skin, trying to find something in her mind that she could focus on, but everything seemed to be giving her anxiety.

She turned off her shower, and stepped out, the cold air causing her to shiver. She grabbed a towel, then dried off and got dressed in the same clothes.

She walked into the living room, the tv still loud. She glanced at the top of the couch but didn't see her mother's gray hair.

She must be sleeping

She started to walk towards her room when something nagged at the back of her head. She stopped and glanced at the couch again.

Her stomach started to twist.

"mom? You awake?" she called. Silence answered her. which wasn't unusual, but she usually receives a grunt, a groan, sometimes a shut up if she was feeling up to it.

She didn't even hear her mother snoring.

She approached the couch slowly, fear like a hand choking her.

Sara rounded the couch.

"Mom!" she yelled and fell to the floor beside her mother. The empty pill bottle was on the floor near her head, and white foam had started forming at the corner of her mother's lips.

Terrified, she tried checking for a pulse, but it was hard to find. "mom, stay with me!" she cried, and tears started forming in the corner of her eyes.

She jumped up and ran to grab her phone. Dialing 9-1-1, her tears started to turn into sobs.

"9-1-1 operator, what's your emergency?"

"I-I think my mother took some pills." She wept. "I don't know what to do, please send someone!"

"can you tell me your address."

Sara quickly rattled it off. "Please, I don't know what to do."

"the ambulance has been dispatched. Can you tell me your name?" the women asked.

"its Sara."

"alright Sara, is the door unlocked?"

"ill check." She ran to the door and unlocked the door.

"ok Sara, can you tell me if your mother has a pulse?" she asked.

"its just very faint." She said, wiping her tears and knelt beside her mom again, and grabbed her hand. Her skin was cool to the touch. "please, how much longer?" she begged.