She sat in the bath tub. Tears fell down her face. Her green eyes were blood shot red. Her long pink hair was tangled. Her hand shook as she brought it up in the air and strike her bruised stomach. Tears fell from her eyes even more. Not only from pain but from the thought of what she was doing.
Sakura beat herself for nearly a week.
She had to do it.
She had to.
There was no other choice.
'It couldn't suffer. No. I won't allow it.'
Her mother wouldn't even care if she found out. She'll just say it was an abomination like before.
The pink haired girl looked down at the no longer white tub. Blood covered most of the bottom along with what seems like chunks of meat along with it. Sakura silently cried as she turned on the water. She had to wash it away.
The pink haired girl started to undress herself. She had to clean herself.
It was no good. The blood kept coming. No matter how much Sakura scrubbed herself the thick crimson liquid just leaked out more.
"Please just stop." Sakura begged. Her voice was hoarse from the crying. She just wanted it to disappear.
She just sat there crying.
In her tainted bath water.
The pink haired girl stopped when she heard tiny cries from her bedroom. She rushed herself out of the tub, wrapped a towel around her naked body and walked into her room. The two year old laid on the bed with her head buried in a pillow.
"It's ok Riri." Sakura said picking up the small child as she sat on the bed.
The child continued to cry into her mother's chest.
"It's ok." She repeated. Sakura held her daughter tight in her arms and began to cry again. This time coming to her breaking point, weeping in the process.
She began rocking Riri. She rocked the child until she fell asleep in her arms. All her emotions were pouring out not only because of the pain in her abdomen but because of guilt. Sakura was filled with anger, sadness, disappointment and relief.
It was wrong.
She was wrong for doing it.
But she had to.
She didn't want it to suffer like Riri.
Or like her.
No child should have to deal with her mother's wrath.
The guilt was eating at her.
And would until the day she died.
Sakura was only fifteen years old.
She forced herself to miscarry her second child.
And everyone thought I was giving up. That made me sad but I don't blame you guys. I haven't updated in forever. The pregnancy was a little rough on me! And the aftermath was horrible. I'm bound to never have children again. Toooooooooo many health problems. I apologize for this chapter being short but I just wanted to update for you guys so bad. Anywho... enjoy!