Nightmares: Chapter One

<p>Chapter One <br/> <br/><br/> <br/> 'Drip drop drip drip', the sound of water slowly dropping in a puddle could be heard from the distance as the shivers and sounds of freight the children collectively shared reverberated across the large, underground musty dimly lit room. <br/> The kids shivered waiting and hoping silently that they would soon be saved. The sound of a large lock being opened made the kids even more afraid of the unknown. One thing they did know was that once the men came in and took a kid, they never came back. <br/> All the children cuddled up together trying to escape the torture of being chosen, they all whimpered as their captors surveyed them pointing a flashlight across the room, holding a whip incase they needed to keep them in line, trying to see who would be next like they were some kind of goods to be shopped at the store. <br/> This time it was her. She could feel the rough touch of the bearded man as he moved closer and jostling and dragging her by her hair, as she was struggling trying to pry off his hand off of her, The closer she was to the big gate which kept them locked in, the closer her heart was from tearing out of her chest.<br/><br/><br/> 'Ring Ring Ring' <br/> <br/>The sound of her alarm brought her back from the nightmare she was rooted deep in. She was profusely sweating, her heart beating at one million heartbeats per second. Her lips so chapped and her eyes sunken. She looked around realizing and repeating to herself "it's okay I'm safe now". <br/> At this point she was beginning to get used to these nightmares they always seemed to creep in when she was asleep. <br/> She takes the small towel she always keeps by her bed to wipe off the sweats on her forehead then proceeds to take a swing from the whiskey bottle next to her bed when she stops.<br/> She carefully places a hand on her protruding belly, caressing softly. " I have to be careful if not for anyone or me then for you" she says reminding herself after finally coming in terms with the mfact that she's bringing a new being to the world.<br/> <br/> Eight months ago, when she started having symptoms, vomiting and not feeling like herself, her first thought was oh finally she was going to finally leave this pathetic world, feeling that finally the drugs and alcohol would finally do what she's been too coward to do.<br/> Then when the news was dropped on her she felt very angry upon the realization that she was actually pregnant not dying , the fact that she was cursing a child by bringing he/she into this cruel world just didn't sit well with her.<br/> She was lost before and now it was going to be a lot worse times ten combined. She wasn't going to subject a dog not to think of a baby through the misery of being born, and worst of all being born by her. She was going to cut this little journey short for the zygote.</p>