Breaking Free.

Disclaimer: I Don't own Glee.

1994 - The birth.

''We can't change the thing called destiny but we can change the course it's leading us to.''

A drop of sweat runs down her forehead taking the road of her cheek and disappearing when it reach her chin. Her heart beating like the thunder that cherished the sky and illuminating the darkness in the hospital room. The remaining power that locked in her tender body was used to push the little head out. A shrill voice left her throat, warm tears escaping from her dark eyes. 'This was a mistake,' lingered in her head. She wasn't one to lie down on a hospital bed while trying to push a human out of her.

'It's a mistake, a mistake!'

Her sight got blurry and the strength she had going on, weakened.

''Keep pushing, she's almost there,'' the doctor said, while holding the baby's legs.

'Almost Shelby, keep holding on. Just a little bit. You can do it,' she tried telling herself calming words so it would ease the pain, or that burning, flaming feeling in her core.

'O my god. It really burns.'

Her eye's shot wide open - the dry marks of tears covering her tough face. The white pale room closing in to her, and then those voices.

And that painful burn!

''What's happening!'' Someone shouted in the middle of the room, it was a woman holding a scalpel in her hand her eyes screaming fear. Her long nail's digging into the palm of her hand.

'Why was she scared? What was she seeing that I couldn't see?'

She draw in a huge breath and pushed with all her might to close the gap that increased by the little baby. Within seconds she felt the burn disappear and the heavy lump between her legs vanished. The once soundless room was invaded by heavy sobs. The little baby was in the hands of the man who guided her through it all. Through the pain, tears and stress.

But there was something wrong. It didn't take a scientist to notice the color of the baby or the sounds that it made and the heat that radiated from her.

''Let me hold my baby,'' she asked softly barley above a whisper. It's not like they couldn't hear her, it's that they didn't mind her. Deliberately ignoring her, but she's not one to be ignored. ''What's wrong with my baby,'' she asked again, but with no answer received, instead they started talking - not at her but to each other.

''This baby isn't normal, it's skin is on fire and the heat radiating from it's body is.. Unnatural..''

The woman holding the scalpel softly grabbed the baby's umbilical and cut it precisely, she wrapped the baby in a yellow towel, cleaning it's little eyes.

She saw her put the baby in a commode while feeling her wrist a couple of times. The little baby stopped crying. It's hands reaching in the air like trying to grab something. But nothing was there.

Well, nothing that they could see.

One time Shelby had read something, a little story about baby's and spiritual things. When she first heard that she was pregnant her whole life fell apart, that big dream as a Broadway star fell into pieces. Sure she had made it, but no one would want a pregnant woman to showcase their play's. So when she was alone at home with nothing to do she thought it would be a good a idea to read a few things about baby's, getting a bit of knowledge of it. For when the time comes. She kinda stumbled on that little piece of article saying that baby's were sensitive to inhuman creatures, that baby' s could see the things that we couldn't. Something that was more then heaven and earth. Who knows, maybe that's what her little angel saw..

She shook her head furiously and focused on there words. ''How do you mean 'not normal','' she tried again to interfere with their conversation unfortunately they didn't give her a spare look, making her feel like wasted air.

''What do you think we should do?'' A other doctor asked, looking down at her baby.

''We should call the secret service, remember what they said last time something like this happened..''

The woman that he was talking to nodded-

'Wo wait.. The last time.. What do they mean with 'the last time' and what has that got to do with my baby?'

''I know..'' She paused and looked around like she was searching for something but couldn't put her finger on it, ''this child might be dangerous for the economy, so.. We're doing the world a favor by calling the secret service.. Right,'' she said a little bit unsure.

''Yes.. We are.''

The woman walked out of the room heading for what seemed like a phone, she spared Shelby one last look. Her face saying 'sympathy' but her eyes screaming 'sorry'. Her heels clicked on the laminate making a click-clack sound holding on to a rhythm. Shelby tore her eyes away and turned the sound of resting her eye's on the commode were her little baby laid. She looked at the helpless baby who's fingers were playing in the air. It's eyes slightly open.

A lump caught itself in her throat and the tears that were threatening to spill were lying in her eye's. It's like a empty feeling in the pit of her stomach, she should be happy for not carrying a baby around anymore. But instead she feels like somebody ripped her heart out and was tossing it around. And the worse part of it all - there was nothing she could do to stop it.

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