Honey it's Time
440 Words
Stinging woe.
Those where the two words that came first to my mind as the pain extended throughout my body. My wobbly legs unable to take another step remained arguably firmly entrenched to their place. I looked at them as I started to hyperventilate. I felt numb, my whole self-felt numb. Was that body really mine?
A cold sticky substance run down my legs I couldn’t get myself to touch it, I didn’t think I had the energy to do anything and it just made its way down until I felt my shoes wet as well.
Did I just break my water?
Gross!
My mind screamed. Stupid things one thinks when suffering.
A sharp and agonizing cry suddenly pierced the already noisy space I made an immense effort to look up and find the person that had screamed to see if I could help on anything. I really did try, even though the sting coming from my lower stomach was stopping me from going anywhere. Wait!
Why is everyone looking at me.
A cold hand squashed my heart and a heavy hot sweat covered my face. Funny, to feel hot and cold at the same time.
Then everyone just came running my direction as realization reached my brain and my own voice filled my ears. Pitiful low and rhythmic moans abandoned my lips.
“you okay Sis?” A worried voice asked within the crowd and I greeted my teeth. ‘course I’m fine, even more, I’m marvellous, here thinking of my next tea party with the queen. How else would I be? You i***t’.
I refused to say this aloud even if I was dying to; it would have just taken a great deal of energy from me. Energy I didn’t feel I have.
“ahhhhhhh!” Another cry left my lips as my stomach became suddenly a battlefield for Darth Veder and Han Solo. I held my bulgy tummy with two hands.
“give way come on! get out of the way!”
I sighed relieved as the alarmed and relatively panicked voice of Lowie, running between the forgotten trolleys in the aisle of the section of Pasta and International articles, came to me.
Again, I sobbed and started crying, but then I felt my blood increasingly boiling and I looked at him in red anger.
‘After these two little ones’, I decided, furious. ‘That man of a sapiens is not coming near me anytime soon.’
And it sank in. I was going to bring two tiny messes into this world.
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