Its been 730 days, 17,520 hours, 105,1920 minutes. I've been working on a cure and I've finally found it. But now they're coming for me. They're watching me. I can't let them have it. I must protect her. Tomorrow is the day. The whole world will know and they can't possibly kill us all. (set: $name to (prompt: "Enter a name please.", "name")) "//Good morning, $name, Are we ready for tomorrow?" "We're a go. But you owe me big time for this. Even more for not telling me what you're up to."// $name said matter-of-factly. //"If I tell you, they will kill you." // [[the birth]] I've been staring at the clock all day, hoping time would go by faster. I watched as the minute hand ticks around the clock achingly slow.
9 more hours.
I started making dinner. I was preparing to cook a feast since this might be my last meal. As I was grabbing the spices from the drawer, I started to feel an intense pain in my stomach. Right when it stopped, I felt fluid running down my legs.
//"This cannot be happening now."// I thought to myself.
(set: $husband to (prompt: "Enter the husband's name.", "husband")) //"$husband"//, I screamed for him. He came dashing out the room, reading my expression. His eyes widen as it clicked what was happening. He quickly grabbed my hospital bag and dashed out the door with me behind him. I was sliently thanking God that we only lived 5 minutes away from the hospital. If we had lived further, he would be delivering this baby right now.
As soon as we got to the hospital, they quickly put me in a wheelchair and took me to my room. I was 9cm dialated. It was time to push.
I held on to my husband's hand, screaming for dear life.
He keeps trying to encourage me but instead he's making me furious.
A few minutes later, I heard my little girl screaming. An instant wave of sadness washed over me as I remember my first born. She came out so quiet. I watch as the bagged her and pressed on her little heart trying to get her to breathe.
I'm brought back to reality has my little girl continues to cry. $husband put her in my arms as we both just look at her, mesmerized.
(set: $baby to (prompt: "Enter the baby's name.", "baby"))
"$baby", I said as I looked down at her, squinting her eyes. [[to live or to die]]
A few minutes later. a nurse came to get $baby, taking her to get cleaned up and to make sure she's okay. I told my husband to go with her, needing a few minutes to myself.
As soon as I close my eyes, I quickly drifted away not realizing how tired I was. A few minutes I heard the door quietly open and close. I opened my eyes expecting to see my husband and daughter. My breath hitched as my eyes widden to the image infront of me. There was a man dressed in a black and white 3-piece suit that looked like it was made for him. In his hand was a .45 pistol with a silencer attached to it. My husband's and newborn's image flashed in my head as I realized what was going to happen. Without even realizing it, I picked up a (either: "flower vase", "IV pole") and hit his hand causing the gun to fall and slide under the bed. His left hand came swinging colliding with my cheek. The force of the slap causing me to fall back onto the bed, taking his opportunity to bend and grab the gun. As he bends to pick the gun up, I
[[press the nurse's call button->live]]
[[run to the door ->die]]While he was bendind down to grab the gun, I quickly pressed the nure's call button. As he gets back up with the gun in his hand, the door opens, revealing a nurse. Facing his back to the door, he shoves the gun under the blankets pointing it directly at my side. The nurse turns her head to him, "Who are you?", she questioned him.
"I'm a friend of the family", he replied in a gruff voice.
"Well, Im going to have to ask you to come back tomorrow. She needs to get some rest."
He bent down and kissed my forehead while sticking the gun back into the waistband of his pants. He turned around and left the room and I left out a breath of relief. The nurse then instructs me to get some sleep and then left, shutting the door behind me. I got up and opened the blinds of the room for a sense of security.
My husband then comes back into my room to check up on me. He came and layed next to me, embracing me in his arms. I started to cry again. But he just held me, not questioning it.
My husband doesn't know about the cure and I don't plan on telling him. If I did, he would be in danger too and I can't let that that happen.
A few moments later, a nurse came rushing back into my room with panic all over her face.
//"Your child is missing"//use the opportunity to get up and run for the door. As I was about to open the door, he grabbed the back of my neck, yanking me back. I thrashed against him hoping it would cause him to loosen his tight grip. He threw me back on the bed and held my wrists above my head and point the gun to my temple. He slowly released my wrists and pulled out a syringe with a fine long needle filled with a yellow liquid.
//"No, please don't",// I pleaded with tears streaming down my eyes.
He looked at him with a cold expression. They say the eyes are the window to the soul and if that's true, the man standing above me has no soul. He stabbed the needle into my neck and then covers the needle and shoves it back into his pocket. Less than a minute later, I couldn't feel my arms or my legs anymore. He just stood there and watched me. I started to sob uncontrollably thinking about my child and my husband. He then pulled out another needle and put it into my arm. My eyelids started to feel heavy. I was going to die sooner or later. If he didn't kill me now, the cancer would've. With one last image of my child and daughter, the darkness took me over.
''THE END''