Jeese it's been too long! My excuse if you will except one is that I was in a play for the last couple months and it's been eating up my life!

To my two reviewers! -

Shelia Chiaroscura – Glad you liked the description! Being outside and watching the stars is one of my favorite things to do, but I'll agree, it's way too cold right now!

and

Jocelyn H. Loved From Afar – Yeah, I never thought the story would go here, but once it started rolling, I just couldn't stop it! A story is a living thing after all.

Here we go! Only two more chapters!

August 23rd

8:30 PM

Well here I sit now…I'm so bloody confused and scared I can't all together think about it…I can't make sense of it.

I haven't been feeling well. Ever since I woke up, I've been feeling just…awful…and I keep getting these sharp, sudden pains. And I'm frightened…I think they're contractions…and I'm locked in this bedroom…

Mum had come in earlier. I thought she might be bringing in dinner, but her hands were empty and she looked…flustered. And that's a friendly word to describe it. Her hair seemed messy…well, messier than usual, her face was pale…well, paler than usual. And her body showed off defense and worry and an overall stiffness.

"Is Toby in here?" she asked as she burst in through the door.

I looked up from where I laid down on the bed, reading a book.

"No…" I said slowly and softly, already becoming confused. "Is he going to be bringing me super?"

She ignored my question.

"Great…" she rushed over hurriedly to her wardrobe, cursing under her breath. I heard her mutter as she pulled out a pair of new boots and sat on the bed to exchange them with the other ones, (I remember them being wet…for whatever reason…) "He's not in the kitchen, he's not in the bake house…we don' have time to be bloody worrying about him now…"

"Toby?" I started to wonder, furrowing my brow and struggling to sit up. "Mum, wot's going on?" I somehow managed to stand out of bed and wobble over to where Mum was lacing her boots. She didn't say anything to me standing over her, she didn't even look up.

She started to hastily run back out of the room, but stopped for a moment and turned to me when I shouted, "Mum? Talk to me! !"

She looked at me as if I was something foreign, her eyes big and worried. I could almost hear her heart beating so fast in her chest. I could almost see a tear on her cheek.

"It's nothing love…really…"

She proceeded to run to the other side of the bedroom to grab something off of a dressier when suddenly I was hit with pain again. I doubled over on the bed, but she didn't seem to even notice.

"Mum?" I muttered through clenched teeth. "I think…I think the baby's coming…" my voice was nothing but a whisperer. I hated to add something else to her already seemingly full plate.

"Nonsense…" she muttered, not even looking up at me. "Probably just another false labor, love. Just ignore it…it'll go away…" finally she found whatever it was she was looking for and began to run out the door again.

Regaining my strength and posture again, I stood up and came up behind her as she tuned the knob to the door. "I really think so…" I muttered…wasn't that another…motherly instinct thing?

But she ignored me."Ella…" she sighed and took me by the shoulders. "Everything's gonna be alright, eh? Mr. T and I are going to sort all of this out and everything will be alright…after it's all done we'll happily move down to the sea side, eh? You, me, Mr. T and your baby will have a perfect life again, sound good?"

I didn't have a chance to ask why Toby wasn't in that last sentence before she hugged my very pregnant self and ran out of the door, closing it and locking it behind her with the key she had found.

I'm frightened…

10:30

I've heard screams.

Footsteps above my head…more than one pair. Why would Mr. Todd have a customer this late? And more than one?

I heard some faint words…just faint…cause right now I seem to be floating a little in and out of sleep…I'm so tiered…but the pain is keeping me up.

Screams from above my head…

What is all this about? I've ran to the door and pounded on it and screamed but no one has come. The contractions are becoming closer and closer together…it's time and there's no one here to help me, to fetch my midwife…or…

I'm sorry…each one makes me lose my complete train of thought…I hate this. Where's Mum? Where's Toby? I can't hardly scream anymore or write… I've been pacing the room because it's all I seem I can do but…

God…I hate this. It hurts so bloody much.

I'm ruined now…I'm done for…this is it.

I can't do this by myself.

My malnourished body can't take it…I…I…can't think straight…I want…I just want my Mum…