Diary: Thursday
Moms going to burst any day now. She looks like someone took the ration supply and stuck it all in her stomach. But, she's just as beautiful as ever, just sad. Who knows, maybe today will be the day. I'm writing so early in the morning because I just woke up from another bad dream, I can see the sun starting to rise above the trees that seem to be guarding us from the outside world, so I guess there's no point in going back to sleep. In my dream there's screaming coming from my Mom's bedroom, and everytims I try to go into the room the captain just pushes me back and tells me to go away. So I just sit on the cold, dusty floor and wait. Then it gets worse, after a couple of moments I hear an explosion and someone says "the baby's here". After that there's a pregnant pause (no pun intended diary).Then there's blood. Blood everywhere! Blood in the hallways, covering the floor, and its all over my clothes. The baby cries from inside the room and then the dream is over.
That's what I woke up to today. Fortunately nothing like that is going to happen. I got myself out of bed and went through the same boring routine of washing my face, going to the kitchen to eat breakfast, today I could finally receive the privelege of being able to walk outside again. Yesterday the maid wouldn't let me go outside. I could tell something was going horribly wrong. There was screaming, yelling, even sounds of crushing coming from the ration-building. Maid had her eye closed and teeth clenched as she told me to go back up upstairs, it would "all be over soon".
Oddly enough, she was right. You can hear the birds chirping and the wind blowing against our house. Kind of a deadly silence, but still. Silence none the less.
Afternoon: I swear diary this is might be the last time I get to write to you for a couple of days. Moms in labor, and they won't let me go inside. I just keep pacing hallways, then after a while I went back to you to write this.
I think I'm going to go back and sit by the captain now, my pacing was making me nervous. And that not good for either of us.
Later: I have to talk to something! I can't believe it, I can't believe it! MOM DIED. She died! I'm never going to see her again, I...