To Capture A Heart

PROLOGUE

3 DAYS AFTER,

Everything's wrong.

I'm bleeding.

I'm moaning in pain.

I hear the sound of a monitor next to me.

My eyes open and the white ceiling looks cloudy I blink.

I blink again.

Everything sounds so far away like water is plunged in my ears and my eyes can't seem to clear the fuzz in front of them.

I hear distant whispers.

"Ma'am, what happened to you?"

"Did you know that you were pregnant?"

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"It'll be ok."

My throat feels so dry when I try to swallow like sandpaper is lining the edges.

"Hello?" I call out, but no one seems to hear my whisper.

Needles are sticking out of my arm. My stomach is cramping so much, I wince in pain. The light is too bright for my eyes, so they're barely open all the way.

"Can you hear me?" I look to my side and see a woman hovering over me.

"Why are you screaming", I mumble and look up at her in a daze.

"Ma'am, do you know where you are?"

I glance around the room. "A hospital."

"You came in three days ago with a stab wound and an incredible amount of blood lost. Do you remember anything?"

"No", I say and turn my head the opposite way. "Please stop yelling."

And then I fall back asleep.

5 DAYS AFTER,

I'm awake.

I'm sitting up and try to drink the cup of water I was given.

My whole body hurts.

I'm in agony.

Two doctors shuffle their way into my room and take a seat next to my bed.

"Ms. Blackwell we have something to discuss with you", one of them says and I nod my head.

"You were 4 months pregnant, do you remember that?"

Yes.

I remember.

"You lost a serious amount of blood and where you were injured, it punctured your baby as well", he says and looks to another doctor with a frown. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but she didn't make it."

She.

"Please get out", I say.

They do.

I sob.

I rage.

I kick and scream.

And I can only blame this on one person.

Matteo Creed,

I'm going to fucking kill you.