Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 17:51:33 GMT -5
Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Amalthia stared ahead of her, her gaze fixed on the wall across from where she sat, the examination table. She was wearing one of those horrible gowns the doctors and hospitals seemed fond of using, and she was currently answering the nurse’s questions as best she could. She had gone to the doctors on a whim, because she’d been feeling ill the last few days, and hadn’t been able to keep much food down. At first she’d thought it was some sort of curse from someone she’d slighted, but after performing a few rituals and spells, she was left with one other alternative. And that alternative was not something she wanted to face, not until she had hard proof. So she’d booked an appointment, and there she was, roughly two weeks later, feeling as though she was signing her soul away, what was left of it, with every question.
It seemed like hours passed as she endured the thorough questioning, and finally was taken to another room to have a test done in order to confirm or disprove her growing worry. Due to her financial status, she was able to pay for the best and quickest form of the test possible, and therefore knew the results when she went to pay for her visit. ”Congratulations, you must be so happy.” The bright, happy go lucky receptionist said as she handed Amalthia her slip, carrying the results of her test. She sucked in a harsh breath and felt her vision tunnel down to the one word amidst all the other doctoral jargon. Positive. And then, as she slowly started breathing again, the words ‘six weeks along’ popped out at her, like a punch to the gut. She somehow managed to smile and nod her way through the last of the official stuff she had to go through before she escaped out of the hospital.
She felt like running as far and as fast as she could, but she knew she wouldn’t ever get away from it. it wasn’t that she didn’t want children, no, she wanted them more than she’d ever wanted anything. It was just, she didn’t know who the father was, and she didn’t know how she was going to keep her baby safe against all the enemies she’d acquired over the years. And her master…he would…she didn’t know what he’d do when he found out she was pregnant. Her fingers went to the locket hidden beneath the soft cashmere sweater she wore, and she hardened her thoughts with determination. He wasn’t going to find out until she could protect herself, could keep her child safe.
With that decided, the woman left the area and drove away to someplace where she could sit and let this new information stew over. She pulled into the parking lot of a local café and got out, sitting down at one of the outside tables and ordering a cup of tea, decaf. When it came, she pulled the paper from her pocket and unfolded it, staring at it while she wrapped her slender fingers around the mug, expression far off. She was even so out of it for the first time since she’d become immortal that she didn’t notice the sound of someone approaching.
NOTES :: Someone keep my girl company. ^^
MUSIC :: Home - Breaking Benjamin
WORDS :: 541
TAGS :: Open;
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
Oh, but God, I want to let it go.
Oh, but God, I want to let it go.
I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.
Wonder what's wrong with me.