Escaping Neverland

Boy or Girl

Months had passed, and I was only a few days away from discovering the gender of my surprise baby. Despite hoping for a different outcome, I knew the chances of a miscarriage were slim. I had long given up on the idea of help arriving and any hope of escape. I remained restrained to the bed, and whenever I left the room, I was shackled to whoever was accompanying me. I patiently waited for James to enter the room since he was the only one who checked on me after my suicide attempt. Damien and Greg had been absent since that day, and I didn't mind their absence. After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened, but instead of James, it was Greg who walked in. I couldn't help but look away from him, a sense of worry gripping me. He approached the bed slowly, wearing a weak smile and running his hand through his hair, clearly as uncertain as I was. releasing one of my hands from the restraint he sat beside me.

"So, uh... Janice, how are you feeling today?" What was he doing? I didn't want to talk to him, especially not casually as if nothing had happened during all this time. He had left me alone as his devilish seed grew inside me, causing pain and sickness. Why did he care about how I felt? Who was he to waltz in here as if I would be happy to see him?"f**k off, Greg," I snapped, scooting away from him. Surprisingly, he didn't retaliate. He let out a soft sigh and gently turned my head to face him. He was about to say something, but before he could speak, I felt a sudden pain in my side, causing me to wince. It wasn't unbearable, but it caught me off guard. I quickly placed a hand on my side, feeling the baby inside me kicking. Most mothers would tear up or at least smile at such a feeling, but I found myself scowling in disgust, hating that the child was still alive and functioning. My reaction seemed to startle Greg, who swiftly placed his hand over mine. When he felt the kicking, he moved my hand aside, a smile spreading across his face.

"Did you feel that? Oh my god, Janice, this is great!"I couldn't bear seeing him so happy and excited about the little monster. Letting out a sigh, I pushed his hand away and distanced myself as much as possible."This isn't that exciting, you ass hat! The demon has been kicking me for months now!" I could feel my anger rising, my blood boiling as the frustration I had been holding in finally broke free. "Not that a brute like yourself would care! You lock me away in this dark, dreary room, unable to even use the bathroom on my own! I can hardly eat anything anymore because of this damn monster, but you wouldn't know that would you? When was the last time you even checked on me?" I paused briefly, not giving him enough time to process my barrage of questions. The moment he opened his mouth to respond, I cut him off, continuing to purge my pent-up anger. "And don't get me started on the fact that no one cares or checks in. If they did, they would notice that I stopped eating the porridge and citrus because they always make me throw up. Even after seeing my plates every day, they still send me the same food! And to top it off, I have to clean up my vomit off the floor daily because no one thought to give me a bucket or trash bin. So, if I can't summon one of the lazy guards quickly enough, I just let go on the floor, and then they have the audacity to get mad at me as if it's my fault and force me to clean it up. I can't stand it! You all wonder why I would rather be dead than deal with all this s**t, and now having this damn thing inside me causing me pain and making me ill on top of everything is truly the most miserable thing ever!" Amid my yelling, I hadn't noticed that I was getting overly worked up until it was too late. My vision started to spot, my words slurred, and before I knew it, everything went black as I fainted.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a different room, lying on a much softer bed. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, but suddenly, pain shot through me, causing me to cry out. Greg jolted awake from the chair he was napping in across the room."Are you okay? Janice? Are you okay?" He was in a state of panic, but I couldn't comprehend why he would be so worried."It's just a little pain. f**k off, I'm fine.""Don't get upset. I'm sorry. You got too stressed before," he responded, concern etched on his face."What are you talking about? I'm fine." Another wave of pain coursed through me, and I gritted my teeth, gripping the bed tightly."You've been out for a whole day, Janice and your water broke this morning. I was really scared we would have to perform an emergency C-section if you didn't wake up." My eyes widened as I processed his words, and as I sat there in shock, he turned and fetched water from the table by the window. "Here, drink this and relax a little. I'll stay with you until we meet our new angel." I silently scoffed, hearing him refer to this monster as an angel. Instead of arguing, I took the water and drank it. It was then that I realized I wasn't restrained. I looked at Greg, confusion was evident in my eyes. Just as I was about to inquire, another surge of pain reminded me why I wasn't restrained.

For almost eight hours, the pain came and went, growing increasingly intense. Finally, the time came for me to prepare. They set up the bed, and I clutched the blanket beneath me, the pain ripping through my body. Greg sat next to me, repeatedly trying to hold my hand, but I consistently pulled it away. After what felt like an hour of this back-and-forth, I gritted my teeth and glared at him."If you touch me, I swear to God, you'll learn how painful this is for yourself!" He quickly retreated, sighing, before grabbing a wet cloth to dab my forehead. Shortly after, a man entered the room, presumably the doctor who would assist me."Okay, Janice, I need you to take a few deep breaths for me now. When I say push, I need you to give me a big push." I nodded, taking a few deep breaths, attempting to ignore the excruciating pain coursing through my body. When the doctor instructed me to push, I took one final deep breath and pushed with all my might. We repeated this process three times, and soon the room filled with the sound of crying."It's a girl," the doctor announced. Panic filled the room, but I couldn't understand why Greg seemed afraid. I didn't care much for his emotions as the crying gradually grew quieter. Greg was by my side, grasping at my hands, and it appeared as though he was speaking to me, but I couldn't hear his words. Instead, I mustered a smile and closed my eyes, embracing the darkness as silence enveloped me.