I know this is a very short one-shot. But I've done some thinking and I think I may continue the story. (I have decided on the father too!) The thing is, I want to put the next few chapters up when I've completely finished the story. (If you read my other stories, you'll see that I haven't completed most of them.) So I don't want to continue this one, putting up chapters at the same time and suddenly losing interest. I hope you understand my predicament and I hope *Arnie Schwarz* you'll be back.
Bleed
On the bathroom floor laid the White Queen, curled up in a ball, weeping inaudibly. Her long white feathery locks embraced the marble as her head stayed perfectly still. Her delicate porcelain white cheeks were stained with tears while her skirts and tights were stained with blood. Snivelling and groaning in despair, with the blades of her fingers, she reached down to feel the dampness of her womanhood, her hand instantly becoming dyed with the precious red liquid. As she observed her fingers, the realisation began to dawn on her. Her devastated sobs transformed into hysterical wails. Not this. Anything but this.
Letting those tears fall, the White Queen sat up. Leaning against the bath, she pulled up her knees, smearing the floor with the blood. She couldn't turn her eyes away from the redness, but couldn't stand the sight of it. Her cries had no sign of stopping and all she wanted in this moment was to stay with her blood. Her forlorn brown orbs quivered as she wiped away the tears that were stinging her face. A tense pause followed. Suddenly breaking down again, the Queen cried out in emotional pain. She was so happy. Why did God let this happen? Why was He punishing such a kind and gentle soul? Why did He smite an innocent life? Dunking her hands in the pool again, she mourned her dead baby.