Kenya's point of view
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"CYNTHIA" I yell one last time, my voice hurts at this point, but I dismiss it.
I let out a large sigh and begin to think.
I can't walk.
I'm 90% sure I have a dead baby in my stomach.
I haven't eaten in days.
I'm going to die without Cynthia!
That's when I remember-
"JANET" I yell as loud as I can.
Janet runs down the hallway with a glass of water, only 1/4 of the way full.
She gets on her knees and hands me the glass of water "drink" she says.
I drink the water in what feels like less than a second. I drink every last drop, making sure the cup is clean.
Janet stares at me the whole time.
"Is my baby alive?" I ask Janet as I hand the cup back to her.
"I don't know." She reply's back with tears in her eyes.
"Are you ok?" I ask her, already knowing the answer.
"No" she reply's "I'm pretty sure both of my daughters are dead"
"Both?" I ask.
"Cynthia hasn't arrived back" she answers "I don't think she's alive, people would do anything for a pretty girl and a bag of supplies"
A tear runs down my eye.
"If she's really dead, then who's gonna take care of me?" I ask.
"I guess I will" says Janet as she wipes the tear from my face.
She embraces me, holding me tight, comforting me from my loss.
This world is a mess.
And so am I.
But no matter what.
I wanna win.
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Teen Fiction17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
