Drowning in You

Drowning in You

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Through the glass windows, I could see water gushing out of the vents at high velocity, filling the building with gallons of chlorine filled water. I looked down at the pushchair, and back inside. What do I do? Violet! Mum! Dad! My twins, or my daughter? How was I supposed to choose? How could I pick one, or two children over another? Would I be able to save my daughter? Would Violet get out of there? Tears filled my eyes as I watched the horror before me. I could see people fighting for their lives, children drowning in the deep water filling the room up. It was all happening so quickly. "Violet!" I began screaming, gripping the handles of the double pushchair, as the tears fell in torrents down my face. Water started bubbling up through the grates across the pavement on which I stood. There was so much water inside the underground building that it was overflowing into the street! Oh god, Violet. Oh my baby. She can't die. She can't. I was in shock. My life was falling apart right before my eyes and I had no control over it. I couldn't leave Dex and Willow, but I needed to save Violet. I was at a crossroads, feeling so guilty for having to pick the twins over Violet. I was forced to make a decision I didn't want to make. You are never supposed to pick one child over another, but that's what I've had to do. I've been forced to stand out here and watch as people drown inside that building along with my precious daughter.
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DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

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