She was on her bed, on all fours, screaming.
"Call someone, call James. Tom please!"
"What.. what's happening?"
"The baby, Tom, the baby!"
"But I thought you had a week?"
"Just come here, and help!"
I ran to the side of the bed. She grabbed onto my hand, and squeezed it so hard she could have ripped it off. She let out an odd grunt, and then screamed again. This went on all day, screaming and crying, until I heard a soft thud, and when I looked, a tiny human, so delicate was laying on the bed. I picked it up and gave it to her, and she looked at it with such love, I was delighted.
Until she screamed again.
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Rose Thorn
Teen FictionShe was beautiful, standing there with her pink hair sheltering her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling, her tiny fingernails painted a pale blue. Where she went nobody knows. It was summer, the sun was gorgeously dazzling our eyes, and me and Rose...
