Right, after much deliberation I decided to put the last two chapters
(shorties) into one final chapter (slightly longer.) I've gotten so
attached to this fic, I know it's nothing special, but thankyou to everyone
who reviewed and to Darkwolf for obvious reasons!
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There was silence. Riff Raff stared at my hand hands in horror. Suddenly my whole body was wracked by a massive convulsion. I doubled over, silenced by a pain which left me desperately gasping for breath and would have fallen back to the ground had my brother not caught me. He was almost as terrified as I was but he managed to maintain at least some of his composure as he led me back into the corridor. We had made very little progress when another pang hit me, I felt as if my insides were being completely torn to shreds. My face was completely drenched with tears and sweat by the time we reached the stairs to our home. Devastated by pain and fear for the life of my child, I was unable to go on. The pain intensified every time it crashed over me and it was becoming more frequent, I was close to wishing for death just to put an end to the agony. My poor brother was, by this time, completely distraught, he took my hands in his and through his own tears promised me that everything was going to be alright, that he would be here for me, to take care of my, forever. He pressed his forehead to mine and held both of my hands, trying to comfort me. Had he not been there I truly believe I would have died, he kept me going. My sobs alerted the attention of two of the older female servants who ran outside to see what the commotion was. The elder of the two demanded that I was taken immediately to her room and that clean blankets and sterile water be prepared. I shook my head as they took me to her spare bed, I refused to accept that the child was on its way, not this early, something had to be horribly wrong for this to be happening now. By this point I was completely hysterical and my brother was beside himself with panic, he kissed my hand and wiped my hair out of my eyes as I laid down, still struggling against the older woman. My brother closed his eyes and clasped my right hand in both of his, he looked almost as if he were praying. His face was the last thing I saw before the blackness fell upon me in one final wave of agony.
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I opened my eyes to a room I didn't recognise. I was completely exhausted and my body felt mangled, empty, wrong. Then it all rushed back to me at once, the baby, a newborn should cry, I heard no sobs, what had happened to my child? As my vision cleared I made out my brother looking down at me with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. It was at that point I knew, I knew what had happened. I felt as if the bottom had dropped out of my stomach, my heart was in my throat.
"Riff Raff?" I hardly recognised the harsh croak as my own voice. H stroked my hair and kissed the back of my hand but I pulled it away from him, struggling to sit up. I saw the two women in the corner, one of them was hastily drying her eyes whilst the elder of the two gazed solemnly at a bundle of blankets in her arms. I tried to clear my throat "What happened? Riff Raff, what's happened to my baby?" Even though I knew the answer I prayed that I was mistaken.
"Magenta, I love you so, so much." He squeezed my hand, he was trying to stall, trying to keep me from the truth for a few seconds longer. My dread mounted as I stared into his eyes. His voice was breaking up as he looked at me "the baby didn't survive." And it was that moment that a part of me died.
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The woman with the bundle walked slowly towards me. Carefully she offered it to me and I took my baby into my arms for the first time. I choked as I looked at him, he was unmistakeably the son of my brother, he had a head of downy blonde hair, the same chin and eyes, with my nose. How could he have been taken away from me even before I could truly call him my own? My son was dead before he had even had the chance to live. Huge, silent tears rolled down my face as I stared at his tiny body, even though he was two months premature, he was practically perfect, just so tiny, from his beautiful hair to the tips of his miniature toes. I couldn't help but see it as a huge injustice that a life so pure, so innocent, with so much potential could be cut off just as it was beginning, and it was Frank's fault, it was his violence that ahd brought about my early labour, well, what else could it possibly have been? The miscarriage of my child was all his fault. That vile creature who had made my life miserable ever since I began work, he had robbed me of the two things in life that were mine, that I valued as much as my beloved brother. He may as well have pulled my heart out, the pain would have been more bearable. I kissed my baby's forehead, took a last, painful glance at him before handing him back to the older woman. I didn't know her name, just her face from passing and yet she had shown such great kindness to me. My sobbing grew heavier. "Take him away!" She stared at me, half in pity, half in shock "You heard me, please, just take him, bury him, just don't ever make me look upon him again!" My brother placed and a hand on mine but I shoved him away. "please, leave me, I beg you, leave me for tonight. I need to be alone."
"But Magenta, I-"
"Please, just go." The three of them reluctantly complied with my wishes. As soon as the door was closed I broke down completely, I sobbed more intensely than I ever had before or ever would again. I fitfully slipped in and out of consciousness, my waking moments drenched in tears and my dreams haunted by images of the child who would never age, my baby boy, the firmest affirmation of the love between Riff Raff and I. The child who had been inside me, I had carried him for seven months, was gone before I had even seen his eyes open.
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I awoke the next morning feeling more tired than I had before I even fell asleep. An eerie calm had settled over me, I had no more tears left to cry. I had spent the last seven months in permanent anguish and for what? I had no baby anymore, all I had to be upset over was Frank and he wasn't worth the salt in my tears. Then and there I resolved not to cry, not to show my feelings to anyone, except my brother and most of all not to take any more of Frank's maltreatment. For every time he raised a hand or his voice to us, I would commit it to memory so that when that glorious, promised day should come where we would destroy him, I would finally be able to set my fervent mind at rest. One day, it would happen.
O/S well, that's it. Hope you liked it. All the love, Mia xxxxx
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There was silence. Riff Raff stared at my hand hands in horror. Suddenly my whole body was wracked by a massive convulsion. I doubled over, silenced by a pain which left me desperately gasping for breath and would have fallen back to the ground had my brother not caught me. He was almost as terrified as I was but he managed to maintain at least some of his composure as he led me back into the corridor. We had made very little progress when another pang hit me, I felt as if my insides were being completely torn to shreds. My face was completely drenched with tears and sweat by the time we reached the stairs to our home. Devastated by pain and fear for the life of my child, I was unable to go on. The pain intensified every time it crashed over me and it was becoming more frequent, I was close to wishing for death just to put an end to the agony. My poor brother was, by this time, completely distraught, he took my hands in his and through his own tears promised me that everything was going to be alright, that he would be here for me, to take care of my, forever. He pressed his forehead to mine and held both of my hands, trying to comfort me. Had he not been there I truly believe I would have died, he kept me going. My sobs alerted the attention of two of the older female servants who ran outside to see what the commotion was. The elder of the two demanded that I was taken immediately to her room and that clean blankets and sterile water be prepared. I shook my head as they took me to her spare bed, I refused to accept that the child was on its way, not this early, something had to be horribly wrong for this to be happening now. By this point I was completely hysterical and my brother was beside himself with panic, he kissed my hand and wiped my hair out of my eyes as I laid down, still struggling against the older woman. My brother closed his eyes and clasped my right hand in both of his, he looked almost as if he were praying. His face was the last thing I saw before the blackness fell upon me in one final wave of agony.
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I opened my eyes to a room I didn't recognise. I was completely exhausted and my body felt mangled, empty, wrong. Then it all rushed back to me at once, the baby, a newborn should cry, I heard no sobs, what had happened to my child? As my vision cleared I made out my brother looking down at me with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. It was at that point I knew, I knew what had happened. I felt as if the bottom had dropped out of my stomach, my heart was in my throat.
"Riff Raff?" I hardly recognised the harsh croak as my own voice. H stroked my hair and kissed the back of my hand but I pulled it away from him, struggling to sit up. I saw the two women in the corner, one of them was hastily drying her eyes whilst the elder of the two gazed solemnly at a bundle of blankets in her arms. I tried to clear my throat "What happened? Riff Raff, what's happened to my baby?" Even though I knew the answer I prayed that I was mistaken.
"Magenta, I love you so, so much." He squeezed my hand, he was trying to stall, trying to keep me from the truth for a few seconds longer. My dread mounted as I stared into his eyes. His voice was breaking up as he looked at me "the baby didn't survive." And it was that moment that a part of me died.
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The woman with the bundle walked slowly towards me. Carefully she offered it to me and I took my baby into my arms for the first time. I choked as I looked at him, he was unmistakeably the son of my brother, he had a head of downy blonde hair, the same chin and eyes, with my nose. How could he have been taken away from me even before I could truly call him my own? My son was dead before he had even had the chance to live. Huge, silent tears rolled down my face as I stared at his tiny body, even though he was two months premature, he was practically perfect, just so tiny, from his beautiful hair to the tips of his miniature toes. I couldn't help but see it as a huge injustice that a life so pure, so innocent, with so much potential could be cut off just as it was beginning, and it was Frank's fault, it was his violence that ahd brought about my early labour, well, what else could it possibly have been? The miscarriage of my child was all his fault. That vile creature who had made my life miserable ever since I began work, he had robbed me of the two things in life that were mine, that I valued as much as my beloved brother. He may as well have pulled my heart out, the pain would have been more bearable. I kissed my baby's forehead, took a last, painful glance at him before handing him back to the older woman. I didn't know her name, just her face from passing and yet she had shown such great kindness to me. My sobbing grew heavier. "Take him away!" She stared at me, half in pity, half in shock "You heard me, please, just take him, bury him, just don't ever make me look upon him again!" My brother placed and a hand on mine but I shoved him away. "please, leave me, I beg you, leave me for tonight. I need to be alone."
"But Magenta, I-"
"Please, just go." The three of them reluctantly complied with my wishes. As soon as the door was closed I broke down completely, I sobbed more intensely than I ever had before or ever would again. I fitfully slipped in and out of consciousness, my waking moments drenched in tears and my dreams haunted by images of the child who would never age, my baby boy, the firmest affirmation of the love between Riff Raff and I. The child who had been inside me, I had carried him for seven months, was gone before I had even seen his eyes open.
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I awoke the next morning feeling more tired than I had before I even fell asleep. An eerie calm had settled over me, I had no more tears left to cry. I had spent the last seven months in permanent anguish and for what? I had no baby anymore, all I had to be upset over was Frank and he wasn't worth the salt in my tears. Then and there I resolved not to cry, not to show my feelings to anyone, except my brother and most of all not to take any more of Frank's maltreatment. For every time he raised a hand or his voice to us, I would commit it to memory so that when that glorious, promised day should come where we would destroy him, I would finally be able to set my fervent mind at rest. One day, it would happen.
O/S well, that's it. Hope you liked it. All the love, Mia xxxxx