Oneshot fanfic. Set 9 months after Frank raped her. She has just given birth to her her daughter, the result of the attack, and is details the moments after the birth, as she give her daughter up for adoption.

She fondles the shell pink cotton, folding in neatly. On top she places an envelope. She packs these into her bag and leaves, the pain wafting back and forth, more intensely now.

Beads of sweat had formed a veil on her face. Her chest was damp and her breathing hard, raspy and quick paced. Her hands were hot, and sore as she gripped the metal bed rails. Her body was tired, every muscle in her body working as hard as it could to expel the turmoil inside her. The pain was intense, and she wanted it to be over. She grasped her thoughts with sad, angry hands and held them still, focusing on the memory that had become a singed into her mind. 'It's your fault, you made me do it'. She closed her eyes, as the word's reverberated throughout her body, flitting through her mind, tracing their evil, lingering traces down her spine. She could almost feel his filthy hands, forcing their way down her body, groping at her skin, violating her dignity. Like a wave, the pain peaked, for a moment, before crashing down, frothing into a release of relief, tinged with bitterness and intense shame. Her breath was hot and laboured, she felt her body sink back into the linen sheets, shying away from the truth.

Hot, wet skin met her chest. Flailing arms and slippery legs. Her arms instinctively searching for her mother's body. And her mother responded by wrapping her arm around her daughter's body, the other cradling her tiny head.

Her hair was dark brown, tufty and damp, her skin, a warm olive tone, despite being slathered in blood. Her hands, small and pretty, pawing at her chest. Her eye's was dark and curious, having only set eyes on the face of her scared mother.

She leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her daughter's head. Fighting back the army of tears that was lined up and ready to fight in a frenzied rush out of her eyes she whispers 'I'm saving you' before breaking the contact between her chest and her daughter's skin. She doesn't speak, just pushes her daughter away, signaling that she has done what she wishes. Foreign hands take her daughter, and pull her away from her body, the first, and last time they will ever spend together, over.

She leans over, wincing slightly. She reaches down and pulls out the folded pink cotton baby-grow, and the envelope and passes it to the lady standing before her. A stray tear tumbles down her cheek, before being brushed away fiercely, leaving a brushstroke of sadness across her cheek.-