The tears of an angel (1)

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AN: I usually put these at the bottom but I want to put this before anyone starts reading so that no one will be confused. Yugi is narrating and whatever is in italics is his narration and anything not in italics is just normal. I'm writing these things from my phone on notes and then copying and pasting them onto fanfiction so if while I'm editing this on copy and paste, if I forget to italicize what needs to be italicized please pm me or tell me in a comments so that I can fix that. Thanks. Hugs.

Ever since the day I was born my life was plagued with a series of misfortunes. For sixteen years I had to wonder "is my existence just a big joke for some higher being to enjoy and laugh at?" That's all it seemed like a lot of the times, after all my life couldn't actually mean something. I was just a little fuck toy.

The miserable sixteen years that I can't even bring myself to call a life began the moment my mother saw me. My mom was with four guys sexually and those were just the ones she wasn't married to. The man she married was rich and could easily pay for all the pleasures she wanted to enjoy in life. He loved her with all his heart. Sadly she didn't feel the same but he didn't know that. He loved her and she loved his wallet so she pretended to be in love with him to get to the money. Typical.

When my mom found out she was pregnant, she was happy. She saw it as a great opportunity. That way if for some reason her millionaire husband caught on and dumped her she could still get rich off the child support checks. She could even get a little bit extra from the other four she was having sex with, five checks a week to pay for her lavish lifestyle. That's all I was to her, a backup plan and some checks.

When she told him she was pregnant he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait for me to come into the world. My mother never even considered that the plan might not work out like she thought. She figured either the baby was his or it would look enough like her for her to pass me off as his. Never once did the other four guys she was having sex with cross her mind. This was her mistake and if she had thought about it before I probably would've been aborted from the start. Sadly I can't really decide if aborting me would've been a bad thing or not.

I came into the world two weeks early at ten o'clock at night. That was lucky for her because her husband was on a business trip. He was planning on being at my birth but since he was away he wouldn't have the choice. It was a long birthing involving three nurses and only one doctor. It was intense with a whole bunch of screaming and insults and cursing and pain from my mother. Three hours of labor and another hour of cleaning and checking me and they were ready to present me to her. That was the begging of my own personal hell.

The nurses presented her to me, the blanket over my face as they said to her "It's a beautiful healthy baby boy!" She held out her hands and took me with excited arms, she couldn't wait to see me. She peaked into the blanket that hid my face with a huge smile on her face and dollar signs in her eyes. slowly and dramatically she peeled back the covers and as soon as she saw me, her face fell. In the blink of an eye the happy greedy expression was replaced by one of confusion and anger.

She called one of the nurses over and asked her "Are you sure this is my baby?" And she confirmed it. It was the worst possible news she ever could've received because I looked nothing like her. Her face was sharp and defined and mines had a roundness to it that even as a baby you could tell I would never grow out of. Her hair was brown and long. What small tuft of hair I did have was jet black. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel brown and mines were huge and an amethyst color that all the nurses at the hospital had adored. I looked nothing like her and I looked nothing like her husband. In that room as she looked at me her worst case scenario came true. I could not be passed off as his baby.

Now she had a problem. Her husband would be home in a week and he would want to see me. As soon as he saw me he would know I wasn't his child. He would leave her and she would have nothing. She couldn't deal with that. So she came up with a quick plan to get out of the situation. Get rid of me. She put me down on a cart next to her bed, not even wanting to touch me. It's like I was diseased or something.

"Listen to me." She said as she glared up at the nurses and doctor. They were the ones who had been present during the birth and cleaning. The people in that room were the only ones who knew of the existence of the little baby boy sitting on a cart next to his mother's bed and the new mother was about to make sure it stayed that way.

"One of you is going to get rid of him. I don't care who I don't care how but I never want to see this... this... this thing again! Kill him give him to someone drop him in an alley but get him away from me! You will call my husband and tell him something went wrong with the birthing and that the baby died. Say he was a stillborn baby and make it believable. Say a bunch of confusing medical facts to make it seem true."

They stared at her in shock not believing what the new mother just said as she stared at her baby with contempt and hate. She looked up to see the nurses and doctors still sitting there staring at her in shock. "Well what are you standing there waiting for! GO!"

One nurse finally walked forward. She was a short bony woman with long black hair and the thinnest lips anyone had ever seen. "Miss we can't do that it's illegal! We would be risking our jobs if we agreed to this and on top of that it's just wrong. You are asking us to get rid of a newborn as if it is worthless trash!"

What the nurse didn't realize was that was all I was to my mom. I was worthless trash that couldn't serve a purpose. It's not like I could get her paid. I couldn't be her backup plan now. What was she supposed to do with me now, raise me? Take me home and admit to her husband what she had done? Live an honest life taking care of her baby boy with no riches? Get an actual job to support her and me? No, I guess not.

The other doctors and nurses nodded and murmured agreements to the statement refusing to do it. The mother narrowed her eyes at all of them and played her only trick. "My husband is very wealthy. I can give you all the money you want. Any amount, just name your price and I'll pay it."

They all glared at her about to say no, some looking offended that she would even offer such a thing, but she continued. "You could even donate the money to the medical field. Money that can help develop new technology and new cures for different sicknesses. You may never have to tell a family 'we did all we could' again. You could all save millions of mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and sons and daughters and all you have to do is..."

Get rid of one. They could save so many lives and they would only have to sacrifice me to do it. They could help people all around the world and all they had to do was get rid of this one insignificant little child. It was terrible and inhumane but the payoff was too good to resist I guess. Everyone left the room to go make the phone call to my mom's husband and put in the records that I was a stillborn. The only person who remained in the room was the skinny bony lady with the thin lips. "You disgust me. It's sickening to know that someone would give up something as beautiful as a child. You're a disgrace." My mother smiled sweetly at her from her hospital bed and looked her in the eye. "Why, thank you." She said sounding completely sincere. The nurse growled as she left, slamming the door behind her.

It was at that moment that I started crying, awakened by the slammed door. My mother sneered at me. "Shut up. Shut up! I'm the one who should be upset! Do you have any idea his much money I could've made off of you if you had just looked like me! Do you!"

At that moment one of the nurses walked back in. This one was tall and red headed with the palest skin ever that was covered in freckles. As soon as she heard the crying she immediately went over and grabbed the baby, rocking him back to sleep in her arms. Before she left the room she turned to the new mother. "What do you want to name your baby?"

"I don't care what it's named. Just get rid of it." The nurse looked at the baby in her arms pitifully and quickly left the room. Down the hall in a small room sat the other two nurses and the doctor. In the room lay the various bags that all the doctors and nurses who worked at the hospital had brought in to work with them. The doctor had already told the father that his baby was stillborn and it had already been out in the records. He could still hear the pain and agony in the man's voice.

The red head rocked the baby softly as the group quietly conversed. "So now the question is who takes the baby. I don't have enough money to take care of a baby right now with my parents sickness and all. Their medical bill is sky high! Mary how about you?"

A tall blonde nurse with big sad doe eyes looked to the baby. "I wish I could but I already have five kids of my own. I'm barely holding on to my sanity as it is! I can't have another child. Joyce how about you?"

The bony lady looked at her like she was crazy. "You want the eighty year old with more illnesses than she can count to take care of him? I could die at any second, then what? Ron how about you?"

"Sorry ladies but I can't. I'm about to go back to school for a promotion opportunity. I can't call off the schooling when I'm this far into the process and I can't take care of a baby and be in class at the same time..."

Well that left an interesting question. What to do with me? No one could take me and who knew how far away an adoption center was in this town. "Does anybody know someone who might want to take him?" Everybody shook their heads no. My last chance, gone.

It was at that time the I decided to wake up. I didn't cry as I just looked around the room at all the people in the room, confused. They all stared back at me, pity clear in their eyes and tears in the eyes of a few. They couldn't keep me and they couldn't give me away to someone else. The only thing they could do... Was get rid of me...

The doctor finally sighed and pointed at the red head holding the child in question. "Come with me Sarah and bring your purse. We can't just walk out with a baby that's obviously not any of ours. We're going to have to sneak him out. The doctor and nurse left the room taking the newborn with them. The doctor led her down a series of long halls before coming to a pair of double doors. He walked in, holding the door open for the nurse to follow. The room was perfectly white with the cleanliness of any place in a hospital. It was a small square room with a silver rectangular table in the far left corner. A row of five small sinks with cabinets beneath each one sat to the right directly beside the door. On the wall directly across from them was a row of ten small cupboards.

The doctor went to the cupboards on the wall and opened one of the middle ones. The nurse watched as the doctor removed a syringe and a vile of clear liquid. Taking some of the liquid into the syringe and carefully measured out an amount before putting the vile back.

"Put him on the table Sarah." The nurse did as she was told and placed the baby on the silver metal table in the corner of the room. The doctor came over and turned to the nurse, pointing at the syringe. "This drug will knock him out for two minutes. I wish I could give you more time but if I give him a bigger dose than this he'll die. During the two minutes you won't have to worry about him crying to alert anyone you have him with you. You're going to put him in your bag but leave the zipper open a little boy so he can have air. You must get him out off the building before your two minutes is up. As soon as the drug wears off he will start crying. Do you understand all of this?"

The nurse nodded and watched as the doctor injected the baby's forehead with the liquid. She watched as the cute baby's eyes began to droop. It looked like he was fighting the drug but eventually the drug won as his eyes closed completely and his chest rose and fell rhythmically with sleep. The nurse quickly put him in her purse on top of a sweater she had inside and closed the purse almost all the way leaving enough of a hole for the air to get through.

As the nurse left the room to exit the hospital the doctor thought about about what he had just done. He had abandoned a hopeless innocent child for money. He looked at the syringe that was still in his hand and threw it across the room. With his head in his hands he slid down the wall and cried.

Sarah quickly hurried to the back stairway trying to get out of the building as fast as possible as she took the steps down two at a time. She explored the hospital often while she wasn't working and she knew all the unused shortcuts to get to the parking lot as quickly as possible. She came out of the stairwell and took a right, running down the hallway. All she had to do was take a left and the door to the parking lot would be right there!

"Sarah? I haven't seen you in forever!" Sarah mentally cursed and put a fake smile on her face before turning to see Becky. Becky was such a nice person, always trying to help people as much as she could. She was a dear friend but work had become so hectic that neither of them had the time or energy to get together. If this were any other time Sarah would be happy to see her coworker but with a drugged baby in her purse that would wake up in one minute this was not the time.

"What's going on Sarah how is everything! It's been so long since I've seen you!" Becky smiled and hugged her looking so happy like she wanted to have a long conversation to catch up.

"Oh I've been ok." Sarah quickly tried to think of a way to escape quickly. She had fifty seconds left and as soon as that baby woke up he would cry. Loudly.

"I have been meaning to come find you but with work and all-"

"Uh Becky-"

"And my daughter Brianna and dealing with her teenage mid life crisis every other day-"

"Becky I-"

"And rushing my son Mike back and forth between baseball and soccer-"

"BECKY!"

The woman looked at her startled. Sarah sighed feeling bad about yelling at her like that. "Becky I'm so sorry I really wish I could talk right now but I need to go see my parents right away. Their cancer treatment is this morning and I need to drive them to the hospital."

Becky put a hand over her heart and gave Sarah a sad look as tears came to her eyes. Her voice sounded so sad and Sarah immediately wanted to take the statement back. "And here I was complaining about all the petty stuff in my life. I am so sorry Sarah I had no idea! I really hope they can beat this. Just know that I support you one hundred percent and if you ever need support or just someone to talk to I'm here." Becky leaned in and hugged her and Sarah returned the hug as best she could. When the two broke away Becky's cheeks were wet with tears. "Such a caring soul, helping your parents through this. Tell them I said they are brave for going through this."

"I will Becky. Thank you." Becky left wiping the tears from her eyes. Sarah felt bad about the lie the entire time she walked out to her car. She slid into the seat and the baby began crying seconds after. She took the child out of her purse and slowly started rocking him. "Shhhh it's ok little baby. Everything will be alright."

If only she had known how wrong her statement was...

AN: Hi everyone new story for you. As you can probably tell this one is going to be EXTREMELY sad. Updates on this one are probably going to come in sooner because I already know every little detail about what I want to happen. As far as An Assassin's Love goes though I don't know everything I want to happen like I probably should've before writing it so I can't say when updates will happen but I won't be abandoning that.