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Pain of a mother
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Exhausted from running, I was panting and since I was 3 months pregnant I was left with no strength to run anymore. I fell on the floor, exhausted and crying. Hearing the echoing footsteps getting closer. Scared and left with no hope, I started praying for a miracle.
"Babe!", a voice came from behind. A voice that scared me as hell. The voice of my husband. I was trembling with fear when he approached me and helped me stand up.
" No, please don't. I beg you, please. PLEASE.", I begged him for mercy, I cried but he stood there expressionless, looking at me and then he hugged me, wiping off my tears,"Sshhh! it'll be okay. Trust me. Your husband's a doctor and I'll make it less painful for you.", he whispered in my ear and laughed as I struggled to free myself from his grip.
"This is our child. Please, let it live. I'll never ask for anything ever again. But please let the child live.", I cried and then he grabbed me by my hair and slammed my head on the wall making me unconscious.
The next thing I remember is waking up on a hospital bed, tied and I felt a pain in my abdomen. I wanted to touch my stomach, to feel my child inside but my hands were tied to the bed's frame.
"You woke up early than I expected.", his voice came from the other side of the room.
" What have you done?", I asked crying and hoping my thoughts to be wrong. He's my husband and the child's father. He won't hurt our child.
"I set him free.", he laughed.
At first, I thought that I heard him wrong but when he repeated himself thrice, I felt like he snatched my only hope of life. I lost everything and there was nothing worth living. I wanted to scream and cry but I wasn't able to do that too. I failed to protect my child, I failed as a mother. I lost. I couldn't fulfill my promise. The dreams I saw were now shattered into pieces.
He kissed me and untied me, helped me to stand. "I can understand your pain, sweetheart. But I wanted to protect our child from this cruel world. I love you.", he said hugging me. His words stabbed my heart and for the last time, I told him that I love him too.
I don't want to remember that day but what else can I do, sitting all alone on this prison floor, waiting for the day when I'll be hanged for killing my husband. They keep me asking why I killed him, but I don't want to tell them about the satisfaction I got when I avenged my child.
They will never understand the pain of a mother.
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Exhausted from running, I was panting and since I was 3 months pregnant I was left with no strength to run anymore. I fell on the floor, exhausted and crying. Hearing the echoing footsteps getting closer. Scared and left with no hope, I started praying for a miracle.
"Babe!", a voice came from behind. A voice that scared me as hell. The voice of my husband. I was trembling with fear when he approached me and helped me stand up.
" No, please don't. I beg you, please. PLEASE.", I begged him for mercy, I cried but he stood there expressionless, looking at me and then he hugged me, wiping off my tears,"Sshhh! it'll be okay. Trust me. Your husband's a doctor and I'll make it less painful for you.", he whispered in my ear and laughed as I struggled to free myself from his grip.
"This is our child. Please, let it live. I'll never ask for anything ever again. But please let the child live.", I cried and then he grabbed me by my hair and slammed my head on the wall making me unconscious.
The next thing I remember is waking up on a hospital bed, tied and I felt a pain in my abdomen. I wanted to touch my stomach, to feel my child inside but my hands were tied to the bed's frame.
"You woke up early than I expected.", his voice came from the other side of the room.
" What have you done?", I asked crying and hoping my thoughts to be wrong. He's my husband and the child's father. He won't hurt our child.
"I set him free.", he laughed.
At first, I thought that I heard him wrong but when he repeated himself thrice, I felt like he snatched my only hope of life. I lost everything and there was nothing worth living. I wanted to scream and cry but I wasn't able to do that too. I failed to protect my child, I failed as a mother. I lost. I couldn't fulfill my promise. The dreams I saw were now shattered into pieces.
He kissed me and untied me, helped me to stand. "I can understand your pain, sweetheart. But I wanted to protect our child from this cruel world. I love you.", he said hugging me. His words stabbed my heart and for the last time, I told him that I love him too.
I don't want to remember that day but what else can I do, sitting all alone on this prison floor, waiting for the day when I'll be hanged for killing my husband. They keep me asking why I killed him, but I don't want to tell them about the satisfaction I got when I avenged my child.
They will never understand the pain of a mother.
