Nature

Another one of those things you don't really want to read.

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My instinct told me I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't risk my life like this. But I went ahead and took a step forward. I felt uneasy, and my head was in a violent spin and fatal ache. But brutal issues like this could not be ignored.

I have to protect my baby.

I repeated that statement several times to convince myself that her life was more important than mine. I could already sense the marvelousity of her future; a doctor? A musician? An Artist? It was she who had to make it.

The sound of my footsteps were over-powered by the rapid beating of my heart, with blood pulsing in veins, about to burst anytime. My feet scrunched the dried autumn leaves underneath them. A cottage came into sight. The cottage that I saw in my vision that gave numerous clues of this occurrence, I was sure of it. The short run toward the old shelter felt like a million days of sweat. The suspense was killing me, the thought of my baby - even more. The stench of venison and blood flooded my nostrils. Only God knew what this monster could have done to my baby, to anyone in general. Finally after what felt like a thousand heartbeats and multiple crushed leaves after, I landed my feet on his property.

The metal doorknob was terrifyingly cold against my warm, dry skin. I twisted it with all the courage left that I could muster. I closed my eyes and silently begged for plead. I crossed my fingers behind my back, and when my eyes fled open, all the hope remaining in me felt like it had been stolen away by the unfairness of it all.