“I’m so sorry...” I bawl into the fabric, my voice muffled and fractured beyond recognition. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you...”
My entire body trembles as fresh tears soak the pillow beneath me.
“I’m so sorry Mommy never got the chance to love you,” I cry brokenly. “I’m so sorry you never got to know how much I would’ve loved you.”
The weeps grow louder and more desperate, sorrow filling the deepest part of me. Sinking so deep I know it will never leave.
With the heart monitor now beeping erratically, the grief I’m feeling is overpowered by a furious rage. I begin yanking wires out my body, quick and frantic. Blood spurts and the nurse panics, trying to stop me.
“Don’t do that, you’ll die!” she shouts, grabbing my bandaged hands.
I shoot forward in a frenzy, my stitches tearing, until my face is inches from hers, soaked eyes bulging.
“THAT’S WHAT I WANT, YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCHHHHH!!”
My screech is so powerful, demonic and extreme. She flinches back, like she is finally seeing the turmoil inside me for the first time and not just reading it from some stupid fucking notes.
“Leave us,” Law’s voice lashes through the room like a whip.
My gut plummets, feeling nauseous, and the nurse pulls her arm free from my desperate, bloody grip, taking steps back.
My swollen, bloodshot eyes snap to him as he stands at the foot of the bed, stony and immaculate, staring down at the wreckage he created.
The nurse leaves, closing the door with a soft click that seals me in with the devil himself.
“How fucking dare you,” I hiss through gritted teeth, voice trembling with fury and agony. “Get the hell out.”
Law’s expression doesn’t change.
“If you haven’t noticed… this is still my house.”
A single tear burns down my cheek as my entire body vibrates with pure rage and soul-rooted sadness.
“You really don’t give a single fuck, do you?” My words fault. “You heartless bastard.”
“I saved you, didn’t I?” He answers coldly.
I let out a bitter scoff and sharply look away, unable to stomach the sight of him any longer.
“I got you the medical attention you needed. Just in time.”
My glare whips back to him, blazing with undeniable hatred.
“You want a fucking thank you?” I seethe, disgust dripping from every word. “You should have let me die on that floor! You should have left me there to bleed out with the pieces of our child!”
“You’re still my wife,” he declares, as if it means anything anymore.
I gather what little strength I have left and spit at him. The dehydrated, white-flecked saliva lands on the sheets, and he glances down at it for a brief second, then turns to leave.
“Did you know?” I shout, and he stops mid-stride, back still turned to me. “Did you know I was fucking pregnant?!”
In his silence, his chin lifts slightly, but he doesn’t face or answer me.
“You watched them brutally rape me, then tear our baby out… and you didn’t even care,” my lips tremble, the anguish suppressing my ribs like a vice. “You saw the blood and pieces of what was ours on the floor… and it meant nothing to you.”
There’s a beat of quite, but still, he says nothing.
“You’re not human,” I bite, pointing a trembling, bandaged finger at him. “You’re an evil, soulless fuckingmonster, Law. And I hope you burn for eternity in the deepest pit of hell, you dead-hearted cunt.”
