Written for 10 Characters, 10 Prompts - Challenge and Let's Dig Holes! (Competition) (Sign Ups Open).
Merope tried to keep her eyes open, but she couldn't. Everything around her seemed to growing dark. She kept pushing, at this point an autonomous reflex. She really didn't care to keep herself alive at this point. She was going to give birth to her son and then die. What truly was the point of living anymore? Her son would be much better off without her around, ruining his life even more than she already had.
"What's the name?" she heard someone ask her.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle," she whispered. She could barely hang on, but she couldn't die just yet. She had to stay in this world for just a little while longer. "I hope he looks like his father."
Tom was handsome and she wasn't pretty. It would be a blessing if their son looked nothing like her.
She was a fool for thinking Tom would love her after she revealed what she was doing. He was disgusted and he had a right to be. Merope knew why Tom didn't anything to do with his son. It was because of her.
Tom would come looking for his son one day, but he wouldn't anything to do with the boy if she were still around. When he came looking, she wouldn't be around and nothing would stand in the way of them creating a relationship.
One last push and her son was born. Someone put him in her arms, crying with a strength Merope never had, and Merope looked at him. She could see nothing of her in his face. He probably had nothing of her in his mind or his soul. That was good. At long last one thing had been given to her. Thanking everyone she could think of for giving her son what they didn't give her, she let the darkness close around her.