That night, I felt a series of jabbing pains in my stomach, and cramping at my thighs. All of a sudden a huge wave of excruciating pain washed over me and I screamed out in pain. Then it loosened up enough for me to get out of bed and run to Mom and Dad's room.

"Mom!" I screamed "Mom! Why am I getting really bad pains and that I can't walk when I have the…" Another wave washed and I fell to the ground. Mom jumped up out of bed, calling 911 as she did so.

"Sam, honey it's OK! It's alright, deep breaths, in… out… in… out…" She soothed, "the ambulance will be here any second." She said, taking me by the arms and draping my arm around her neck, steadying me as to walk down the steps and wait outside.

"What's… AAHHHHHH…" I screamed "what the hell is happening to me!?"

"You're in labor, sweetie. Way too early, as well."

"It hurts! It really hurts! It's not to early! Eight and a half mont--ths!"

"It'll hurt a lot more, too. Just hang on, it'll all be OK, just wait until we get you into the hospital. It's still half a month early, Sam." Just then the ambulance arrived and put me in, lying me on the stretcher bed. Mom sat looking down at my frowning face, on a seat on the left hand side of the bed. They rushed us into the hospital foyer, both in our pyjamas and dressing gowns and slippers. They got us safly into the lift and pressed level five, telling us it was the maternity ward and to be brave and strong. Then, with out one more word, they stepped out of the lift and left us alone.

"This is taking too long!" I moaned

"No, sweetie. You won't give birth for ages yet. Your contractions are still twenty to fifteen minutes apart. It'll all be fine,"

"OK, ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!!" I yelled bending over forwards, clutching my bulging stomach. Suddenly there was a big squeak… a big jolt… and the lift stayed on level three and a half…

"Mom!" I screamed, "w-what's happening?" everything in the lift died down, and it became pitch black as the power shut off.

"Sam… Sam… Oh my gosh, the lift…" Suddenly the carriage dropped so fast I threw up. It stopped suddenly, crashing.

"Mom?" I asked, "are you ok?"

"S-sssssammm get my bag-g…"

"Get your bag?" I knew exactly what she said, and I did it.

"My phone…" She said, "the light on my pho-"

"The light on your phone?" I asked, "you want me to light up the buttons to call for help with your phone!" I did as she said another time and lit the buttons. I called for help, but no one answered, they'd already noticed that we hadn't made it up and called after hearing crashed and screams. My contractions started coming closer and closer together. The pain got more and more unbearable and the stress was overwhelming. I didn't understand anything that was happening to me, it all felt so different and weird. But then reality hit me. I was alone in a pitch black lift, (mom had passed out), I was about to become a mother, and I had no idea what I was supposed to do if I had to have my baby right here and right now. I screamed for ages until I heard something in the shafts around us.

"Samantha? Miss Madison, is that you? Can you hear me?"

It must have been about three hours before I heard that voice, and just as the person yelled out to me, my water broke, spilling all over the lift floor. Gross, I thought, Mom is going to need a bath…

"My water just broke!" I screamed, "get me out!"

"That's what we're hear to do Ma'am. We have restored the power." Just as the man said that, the lift exploded with dim light. "We'll renew the cable, it's almost done. The doors won't stick. It'll be about 10 minutes until you get up to maternity."

"Thank you…" I murmured, screaming one last time and falling to the ground. The baby was coming NOW not in ten minutes… "The baby!" I yelled, "It's coming NOW! I need someone here help!" One last contraction came and I couldn't help it any more. I started to push, grunting and screaming. I pushed again and again, feeling my stomach basicly falling out of me, (as it felt). The lift started moving again and the doors opened into a white corridor, nurses surrounding the small path. I gave them a look and then I wasn't the one screaming. Julie was...