When I finallly had the courage to open my eyes, I was all alone. He had left me there alone, because I knew the baby was gone. My stomach just felt empty. I crawled to the closet wall, dragging my legs. I think one of them was broken. Bruises were forming on my arms and my right eye was getting puffy.
My head rolled back, resting on the wall. It took so much of me to keep my eyes open. I tried not to glance at my stomach, for it only brought me pain. An innocent soul gone forever. Never to be given the chance at life in this world. I rested a hand on the stomach that should have been swelling with life. I willingly gave in to closing my eyes.
And so I sat in the cabin. Alone. I prayed he would not come back.