Vynessa;
My upper eyes blink open as my hands stretch in the air. I sit up upright on what feels like a bed. My inside twinge, hitting like it has been handled by a hundred men. My waist stiffs in its position.
What’s going on? I try to peel out of my position, but the weakness roaming inside of me causes my body to still. I'm like a statue. Trying to comprehend why I feel this way when my eyes notice the wooden floor. An unfamiliar one.
My eyes snap, scanning my environment.
I'm in a cozy rustic bedroom with wooden walls, bearing an unfamiliar old portrait. The room is tiny. I doubt it can contain three.
Where is this place? I make an attempt to move once again, but the sharp pain that stabs me becomes a hindrance. My hand clutches my stomach, my eyes go alongside.
My baby!
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