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Twice.
Thrice.
Warm fluid runs down my back.
I look down.
I’m dressed in a short dress, nothing else.
Blood is leaking from a wound in my chest.
My belly. It is still swollen.
I had a baby.
Its cries haunt my mind.
I don’t feel the coldness anymore.
I am so disgusted.
I am a monster.
He is a monster.
I getup.
Weak.
My legs are shaking.
Bare feet.
My chest hurts so much.
I can’t really breathe.
But I walk.
Like a robot.
My feet carry me.
I see a fire station.
I make it till there.
Before everything becomes blank.
People are fussing over me when I wake.
“Conscious,” says someone.
I look up.
EMTs.
No.
