The walked through the park. She nuzzled against his chest, feeling secure in his arms. His arm was around her, and hers around his. She looked up at him and smiled, as she pulled his arm down to her stomach. He grinned from ear to ear as he felt their child kick. It was to be their first child, they had been married just 2 years.

He stopped then, so he could really see her. His wife, his beautiful wife. Her belly swollen with child. He kissed her then, slowly, tenderly.

Suddenly she was wrenched from his arms.

She screamed.

He swung around, trying frantically to hit something. But a bat hit him first. He fell to the ground, fists and objects rained down on him.

"No! Jordan!" the girl cried out as she saw him being beaten.

Her back arched and she screamed as the knife sunk in. But she wasn't just being stabbed, her flesh was being slit. She felt the knife slide from her pelvis to her naval. She screamed again as she felt her flesh being pulled open.

She felt herself be ripped and pulled, slit again, and tugged.

She heard an infant cry. She sobbed. She heard a voice.

"Shit, it's a girl!"

What? A girl?

"Damn, let's go! Drop her!" came another voice deep and gruff.

The next thing she saw was her poor daughter shot in the head then dropped like a piece of trash.

The last thing she saw was a gun aimed between her eyes.

Bang.

Ilana bolted straight up in bed. She felt the blankets stick to her with sweat. Her breathing picked up, she felt that all to familiar pressure rise in her chest. She quickly grabbed a pillow and pressed it to her mouth. She screamed and screamed and screamed, till her whole body shook. She inadvertently ran a hand across her stomach.

Of course there was nothing there.

She was only 13! She wasn't pregnant!

The next thing she knew she was out of bed and walking across her hallway to the shower. She turned on the warm spray and stepped under it. Then she realized that she was still dressed. She peeled off the wet clothing and threw it on the floor of the shower.

Suddenly all her strength left her. She collapsed on the floor of the shower.

She leaned over and grabbed her razor blade. She popped it open and dragged it across her arm. The pain and the blood brought her back around.

Dear god what was she going to do?

SO yeah! That's the chapter! The above dream was taken form the girl in the relationships dream journal! I had to translate it and make it story worth.

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