Hell bound on revenge

The fate of my unborn baby. The smell of antiseptic, a metallic tang from stainless steel in the open air, bleach wafting from bedding, the scent of get-well flowers, questionable food smells from her tray still placed on the food trolley in front of her. They served some dried-up meatballs on stamp dripping with who knows what sauce. She hardly ate, but not because it looks and smells utterly disgusting, no. She didn’t eat because she can hardly open her mouth let alone chew on anything. She stares at herself in the mirror, she can barely see through her swollen eyes. She’s colored with pink and purple hues with dried up blood still stuck to her shirt that dripped form her luckily not broken nose. Tears start pooling in her eyes as she remembers the viscous and brutal attack from her lover. She can hardly recognize her own face, all swollen. Why did he do this to me? She softly murmurs in the mirror like a magic voice will answer her back from the other side. Tears are now rolling from her face leaving a little sting as the saltiness rolls over her open bruised skin. He was pounding her head so hard it felt like he wants to rip in right off. Somehow, she managed to get one blow in trying to fight him off. It just made him anger even more picking her up from the floor and trough her against the hard brick wall. She flinches when she moves her arm remembering the distinct pain like a thousand needles dipped in alcohol struck her left shoulder down to her hands burning down up until her fingertips. As she fell to the ground she tried to scramble away, as far away as she can, but he was next to her in split seconds and started kicking her. Each blow feeling like her skin is being ripped open. She’s such I tiny little figure, against this giant of a muscle man. She looks up at him with her big blue eyes in fear and begs him to stop, but he pays no attention to her pleads. Finally, her puny little body can't take no more and darkness takes her over. She hears frantic screaming in the distance that sounds like her sister and she loses consciousness. She slowly and painfully walks back to her cold hard hospital bed. She notes there is four beds but only one woman who shares the room with her. Must be a couple of years older than her. She takes a few seconds studying her, beautiful long black hair, flawless skin, her long eye lashes clearly visible as she flutters them reading some beauty magazine. And she briefly wonders why she is in the hospital, and then she continues the slow walk to her bed. She picks up her chart hoping to find some information on how her baby is, but quickly puts in down when the doctor steps in the room. Good morning miss Brown, how do you feel today? Like I have been hit by a bus, she murmurs. She gives her a smile, but it doesn’t touch her eyes.  She looks too young to be a doctor, must be a first-year grader. Short, brunet with a tiny figure voluptuous hip. I understand you are in a lot of pain so I will keep my questions brief. Do you know why you are in the hospital? She just nods. Can you please tell me briefly what happened last night? How is my baby? She asks in attempt to avoid the doctor's question. The doctor’s face go’s serious and her smile has now disappeared and replaced by a frown. Miss Brown I am here to assess you for a... Miss brown... The doctor starts again. I am sorry to be the one to inform you. But your baby did not make it, we did everything we could. She go’s pale as the blood drains from her face. Her body starts moving against her will. She loses all control and screams so loud, it echo’s through the hospital. NO! MY BABY! NO! She yells as her body convulses in positions not normal especially for someone so severely injured. Her eyes flip back, and you can now only she the white of her eyes. Her body jerks and twists like something form a horror movie. She bends so far it looks like her body will snap in two. SHE IS HAVING A SEIZER HOLD HER STEADY! The doctor shouts above all the commotion. She already put tranquillizer in her iv and is now scared she’ll pull the iv right out form her arm. Slowly she calms down as she drifts in oblivion. That will put her out for a good couple of hours, the doctor says with a relieved sigh. Her mouth dry and sticky. She flickers her eyes trying to adjust to the morning sun shining brightly through the huge hospital windows. She thinks of her lover, the day they met, it was like they had a instant connection when their eyes met the first time. His yet black hair, clean shaven strong yaw, and those green eyes that felt like they stared right into her soul. Much different than last night in fact his eyes looked blue grey last night but filled with a rage she has never seen from him. He is always been so kind and patient with her. It was like someone has taken over his body. Over the next couple of days, she has attended a couple of counselling meetings where she insists, she fell down the flight of stairs in their double story apartment. He is not going to jail; she says to herself. Oh no jail time will be too good for him. He murdered my precocious baby boy her hand lingering to her belly. I will never have the joy of meeting you my little one. Hearing your laughter and holding you in my arms. But I know we will meet again and tears pool in her eyes as the feeling of loss consumes her mind.