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Hours passed, the time floating by on the boat of endlessness.
Beth just sat in the sand, watching the calm tide roll against its waves, the lapping sounds soothing her pounding head.
She was beginning to feel her senses come back, her sense of smell and touch. She was hearing things again, seeing her surroundings.
As she snapped back from that point of a clashing reality, she realized she couldn't just keep doing this. Snapping out of her life wasn't going to be an available choice in two months when her and Billy's baby girl was going to be born.
Then it hit her.
Billy.
How did her break from real life affect him? What did she do to him?
As the questions wracked her brain, she somehow found the strength to pick herself up and tug her body towards the direction of the house.
Only as soon as she began walking, blood began dripping from her finger tips where she cradled her stomach where her baby was so comfortably lying.
Fear enclosed on Beth, filling her lungs and tightening her airway, making it impossible to breathe.
Where did the blood come from?
She checked herself and her stomach everywhere, trying to see if there were any complications with her baby or herself, but there wasn't anything.
Absolutely nothing.
Where was the blood coming from?
With wide and frightened eyes, Beth fearfully held her hands out in front of her, shakily examining them.
At the sight of the thick crimson drooling from the tips of her fingers, the world began to spin harshly.
"Is this real?" Beth whispered so low, she'd thought it never left the bullpen of her thoughts.
Her eyes never once left the surface of her red-soaked hands, the color plaguing on her fair skin, the liquid never leaving.
"Am I here?" Beth asked herself, wriggling her toes in the sand in attempt to feel the earth around her.
She could feel the sand but it felt far away, like it wasn't under her feet but instead it was far below them.
