Date: 2-1-2016
Bella's p.o.v
Nighttime gives way to daylight and minutes turn into endless hours of mourning. The days never seem to end in this abyss, private hell of mine. The powers of darkness are at work inside my mind destroying all of my happy funny thoughts and memories.
I have miscarried my dreams, I have miscarried my precious twin babies. No apologizes or hugs in the world can make up for their absence in my life. Never ending, depression and oppression have taken the joy of being alive for me. What is the point of living
if my life doesn't have a purpose or any meaning? I am a ghost walking through my house, a prisoner awaiting execution. Looking like death, I am one breath away from evaporating and noone cares enough to notice I am dying inside. I have a black rain
cloud hanging above my head in the form of doom and gloom. Doom and gloom follow me into my safe haven, my bedroom where I finally have a chance to unleash my tears. Longing to be elsewhere, I hide underneath the bed covers and sheets. Grief comes
in like ocean waves soaking my already wet fluffy pillow.