@@DESCRIPT="Mistake of Forever by Wish"
-mistake of forever-

...and to know that life which squirmed inside of me was of his
doing. i screamed over and over, clawing at my skin till it
became bloody and raw. trying to scrape his scent away, wiping
the mascara-clotted tears from my eyes. this was the way he liked
to see me, under his control. he simply smiled from his brown
leather couch, looking over the newspaper like a father admiring
the antics of a baby. the glassy look returning, his smile only
widening. i slumped into the corner and sat shaking. my jaw
trembled, but i didn't dare meet his gaze again. then he rose,
and put his paper down. i hid my face, fearing that his footsteps
would bring him into my corner. instead, they walked across the
room. a subtle peek let me watch him take his coat off the
mahogany rack near the door, he glanced in the mirror and
smoothed his tousled black locks. then, as the door slammed, he
was gone.
    i tried to get up, but the pain of his blows, and the weight
of my stomach made me stumble. i held onto the couch and half
walked, half fell towards the bathroom. i held myself up at the
sink with shaking arms, and stared at my reflection. broken,
teary eyed, merely a child. the bruises which had been fading
from my eye were now replaced with new ones at my lip. a trickle
of blood wound its way down my chin. i gripped my round middle
gently and felt for the kicks which always reassured me. that
instant, pain ripped through my body, sending me crashing to the
floor. sobbing, i crawled across the tile towards the bedroom. i
had to call someone. 
    as the waves  of pain hit me harder and harder, i heard the
front door open and slam again. the bedroom door opened, and
there he stood. his eyes were still glassy, and he looked at me
with a peculiar expression. he stared at my stomach, and a
grotesque smile spread across his face.
   "is she coming?! is she coming?!" he walked over and leaned
down next to me, touching my stomach. i tried to jerk away, but
he grabbed my hair and held me. "i'm asking you a question you
bitch! is our little girl coming?" he stared at me.
    "i..i..i don't know. i think i'm in labor, but i just
don't.." i started sobbing, not sure if it was from the pain in
my stomach or the pain of my hair being yanked from my head.
    "well, lay back and lets get it on with.." he pushed me
roughly back to the floor, pulling my dress up. his hands were
cold. i didn't care.
     now the contractions were so very close. i tried to remember
how they breathed in the movies, but in my panic i couldn't. i
pleaded to go to the hospital, but was silenced with the back of
his hand. he started screaming at me to "push DAMN YOU!" so, i
did. i stared at the ceiling, numb from the shock of everything.
i pushed when he told me to, and eventually, i felt it. my
precious little baby was coming.. coming...
    he let out a laugh as the head finally came out, the
imbilical cord wrapped soundly around its neck. the baby made no
sound, no cry, no movement. it was dead. dead. dead. yet, he held
her close and made cooing noises. "oh, my sweet child, you are
truly beautiful!" he wrapped her in a towel, and laid her down
next to me. 
    "jacob! she's dead! my poor baby!!!" my tears turned
hysterical as i waited for the light of reality to come into his
eyes. it didn't.
    he snatched the corpse back from my aching body and held it
up smiling. "yes, she certainly is a beauty. oh..." the smile
hadn't left his face. i felt sick. and as the blackness took my
body, the last vision i had was of him rocking our beautiful
darling dead baby.

-WiSH
