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Living the Nightmare

POV Lauren

I could barely keep my eyes open when the car started moving. I finally realized that it didn't matter what happened to me, at least my daughter was safe. She was the last thing I thought of as my dreams took over.

I remember this morning, holding my little girl and talking to Mrs. Donavan about my trip. I planned to return to fetch her in just a few weeks. Handing Misty her handmade doll, watching her smile, would I ever see my little girl again?

I felt my body drifting and moving, I felt a warmth that was so welcoming. I wanted to melt into it, but as quickly as I felt it, it vanished. Replaced by something else, not unfamiliar but comfortable. I could feel my mind wondering again off to the moments that lead me here.

Through some shady channels and back room connections, I learned of a place I could receive a procedure that would terminate my pregnancy. A pregnancy I never expected, from a man who r***d me and put me on a bus. My life felt so out of control, I knew I couldn't bring another child into this world, I needed another option. A back alley abortion, I should've know that it was a bad idea. I followed the directions to a row of small buildings that ended with a bar on the edge of town. Walking into the bar, I handed the bartender a slip of paper. 

He proceeded to take me into the backroom and down a long hallway. The smell permeated through the walls, like a rancid blend of vomit and bleach. My stomach rolled and I did all I could to hold in its contents as we reached a small opening with a yellowed curtain. The bartender pulled the curtain to the side and pushed me through.

"Another patient for you, doctor." The bartender then turned and left as I entered the tiny room.

"Welcome. Come sit." The doctor, currently busy, had his back to me. 

He was facing a table that was occupied by a female body, covered partly by a sheet, with her legs spread apart. I walked along the wall to a single chair. I glanced beside me, from where I sat, the woman on the table was facing the ceiling. I looked towards the opening where I came in and then to the doctor who's position was now one that faced me. I blushed as I realized that this man had his head between her legs, but I snapped out of my shy thoughts when the woman cried out.

"All done, my dear." He cheerfully claimed. "There will be bleeding and cramps, but you're no longer with child." The doctor removed his bloody tools and wiped his hands on his apron. The woman rolled off the table, standing in front of me sobbing, she stared at me before leaving the room.

"Good evening. Why don't you remove your underthings and climb up." The doctor turned and gave the table a solid pat and smoothing the worn sheets, cotton linens that wore years of stains.

 "I'm ready for you." One could only imagine the stories those threads could tell from the bodies that laid upon them.

I made a decision right then, I wouldn't be another mark on this man's sheets. He stepped towards me and I became unhinged.

"No." I didn't want him anywhere near me.

I stood up suddenly knocking the chair back. I pressed myself to the wall away from the table, stepping towards the curtain that brought me into this horror show.

"Surely dear, that problem of yours is not going to solve itself." The doctor pointed at my baby bump and stepped closer. 

He barely had to move. The room was so small, he just stood beside the table as I attempted to squeeze between him and the wall. I saw the medical tray on the edge of the bed and dove for it, before he knew what I was doing I closed my hands on something sharp.

A scalpel. One that still carried the blood from its last victim. Now it would help me create a barrier to escape. I slowly walked backwards, waving the blade in front of me, hoping I could find my way out. I needed out. 

The doctor lifted his hands in the air, and said, "I won't stop you. If you want to go, then go. Be careful on your way out. Lots of unsavory characters out there. Wouldn't want to see a pretty girl like you end up in the wrong hands."

I could still hear him laughing as I ran through the hallways and out of the bar. The fresh air hit me hard and the contents of my stomach could no longer stay quiet. I rushed as far into the darkness as possible before I dropped to my knees and wretched my stomach contents away. My mind raced while I heaved the consequences of all my stupid decisions over the last year. 

What was I thinking? How could I have been so stupid? I can't keep behaving like this. I need to learn to control myself and take some responsibility, otherwise my daughter is going to grow up without a mother. I needed to breathe. I stood up slowly, trying to brace myself for the walk ahead. I didn't dare to go back inside to call a cab. I could do this.

Then I heard them, the voices of men coming closer. Were they looking for me?

"Where do you think she went?"

"Old man said she couldn't have gone far, she came on foot."

"Are we supposed to bring her back?"

"Nope. Says we can have our fun with her. No need to worry."

Oh god, they were looking for me. Why? I didn't do anything to deserve this. I had to hide. My only chance was to find a spot in the wooded area near the roadway. It was dark enough and the trees offered plenty of places to hide. I moved towards the woods as quickly and quietly as possible, but my pounding heartbeat made me fear I could be heard for miles.

I was making my way well enough. I could hear the men, but their voices were just far enough away that I felt like it was possible to escape them. Finally a break! Then, my dress got tangled as I was climbing over a downed log and I lost my footing and fell. In the silence of the night, the noise felt like a flare gun going off signaling my would be assailants of my location.

"Over here boys!" 

"I think I see her!" 

The sound of boots stomping and branches breaking had me tearing at my dress trying to free the snag that threatened to hold me hostage til the men arrived. I was running out of time, the dress tore free, I swept my hands across the dead leaves with the small hope that I could recover the scalpel I dropped when I fell, but the night's sky was too dark against the forest floor. 

It was too late. I heard him, seconds before he touched me.

"Got her boys!" He reeked of beer and foul waste, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and lifted me off my feet. I kicked and screamed trying to free myself from his grip. I wouldn't be a victim again!

"This one is feisty. Help me hold her down." I could only panic more when I realized the two appearing from the trees. I didn't have a chance, I kicked and fought with everything I had, but it was no use.

Their eyes held an evil hunger not of this world. They had lost their humanity, wanting nothing more than to feast on flesh, and I was the meal.

I died that night. The pain they inflicted was worse than any I had ever felt before. I felt dirt pressed into my flesh as they pushed me against the earth so hard I could feel the stones and sticks cut into my body. 

Time lost all meaning, the torture felt never ending. They bit into my flesh and took turns using every part of me until I no longer felt human. I ate the leaves and dirt after being forced to suckle on their male flesh and drink foul juice that came from their excitement. I begged for death, for some kind of darkness to take over and free me from this agony. Nothing stopped them. 

They had boundless wants, and I had nothing left to live for. My body ached, my throat was dry, and my lungs failed me. I just wanted it to end.