A Nightclub Nightmare
The nightclub was pulsating with energy as a girl held a glass of liquor and leisurely said, "Hey Zhi, I'm pregnant." The boys around her had daring smiles, some with astonishment in their eyes. She chuckled, "Hehe," her mocking expression transforming into a playful, audacious grin. "Look at you all! I wouldn't let you father my child even if you begged me!" With that, she downed her drink and leaped into the dance floor, wildly moving her youthful yet alluring body.
The boys beside her glanced at her needlessly and then went on to find other girls without a care. It was the time of unrestrained youth, of reckless impulses, with no room for shame. Neither of them was looking for lifelong commitments in a nightclub encounter, and neither was prepared to halt their reckless lifestyles due to a mere accident.
When she left the clinic, her baby's life had already ended. It wasn't the first time she had visited the clinic; accidents were bound to happen in life, weren't they? She returned to her rented apartment, feeling exhausted, and collapsed on the bed in an exhausted heap.
"Mother... Mother..." A faint, delicate voice persistently called to her. She opened her eyes and realized that her abdomen had swollen, resembling an expectant mother's belly about to give birth, with something wriggling inside. She stared in terror at her bulging belly, an area distending and then splitting open. A small hand reached out from the horrifying tear.
"Waaah, Mother... why didn't you want me?" The faint cries echoed from the tear, and suddenly, a large head emerged, revealing a tiny, almost transparent face with every tiny blood vessel visible beneath the skin.
"Ahh!" She was horrified by the gruesome face and screamed in fear. She sat up at the edge of the bed, drenched in cold sweat. She gasped heavily and felt a piercing pain in her abdomen.
"Cursed!" She muttered, took a shower, changed into sexy, alluring clothes, and applied her makeup before going out. Nighttime was a time for celebration, and the nightmare was just a minor episode. She danced passionately in the nightclub, performing seductive moves that made the men's blood boil.
The euphoria continued until past 3 am. She had lost count of the number of drinks she'd consumed and the men she'd flirted with. Stumbling out of the nightclub, she was disoriented, unaware of her surroundings. She eventually reached a small courtyard and found herself next to a dumpster. She rummaged through it.
After a while, she lowered her head and found herself holding rusty scissors and something wet and sticky. Bewildered, she mumbled, "I want to go home... I want to be born... Mother, I want to go home..." The faint cries, seemingly from nowhere, controlled her body as her consciousness remained asleep.
The next day, the news reported the discovery of a young woman's body. Her abdomen had been slashed, and the cavity contained an undeveloped fetus. The police were currently investigating the incident.