Hi y'all, hows things? New story for you! This one is not a relationship fic, but should be a bit different. Let me know what you think, I love reviews
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or the characters, and I promise to give them back when I'm finished
No one was coming.
"Mom!" I yell with as much force as I can muster, but it is to no avail. I grab the kitchen counter, sliding onto the floor. The wooden cupboard is refreshingly cold against my hot skin, but even that doesn't serve to calm me down. "Mom!" I try again, my voice cracking with terrified tears.
How can this be happening? This isn't supposed to happen. Another shot of pain explodes in my stomach, causing a pained whimper to escape my trembling lips. I feel like I am suffocating as it gets increasingly harder to suck air into my burning lungs.
This must be what dying feels like. Painful ... humiliating ... frightening. Alone.
"Mom!" I cry pitifully, but it is no use. There's no one here to listen to my pleas.
I know what's happening, but I can't admit it. If I do then its real and I have to face this. And I can't do that, not yet; it isn't time yet.
I almost wish I am dying; then I won't have to deal with the repercussions of my big mistake. I wish the ground would just open up beneath me and swallow me whole.
I can feel tears streaking my face, leaving a sticky trail down my flushed cheeks. I must look an absolute wreck right now, but I don't care anymore.
I feel something hot against my leg and reach beneath the hem of my skirt to touch it. Blood.
It's too late to stop it. It really is happening now.
In the back of my mind I know what I need to do, but I'm not sure how. I've only ever seen it done on TV and in books; and even then, it wasn't exactly explicit enough to provide step-by-step instructions.
Squeezing my eyes tight closed, I reach between my legs with shaky hands and will myself not to scream.
I don't know how long it lasts – it feels like hours. I am in agony, I don't think I can take anymore...
And then it stops.
And the baby cries.