Psycho

Chapter 18

New life

Nia POV

2 MONTHS LATER

It's been a few months since I've been living in the shelter . The people were nice enough on some days . It was unfortunate that the volunteers were those who sought after gossip and not to help people who genuinely had no homes .

The shelter was mainly filled with people of colour from all walks of life and speckles of white Italians . From the Caribbean to Pakistan and Jamaica every one seated at the shelter had stories of trying to find a better life , being abandoned or disowned or running away like I did

We were just people with a lot of issues and in a country with people who spat on the less fortunate.

The shelter had bed mainly made out of springs and no comfort . The blankets were thin as paper and it was overcrowded to the point where everyone easily got sick

Which would be the reason why I was sitting on my designated bed with a horrible headache , back pain and nausea. Id been feeling like this for a week .

I assumed it was the food . Which was another issue here  . You'd get food poisoning so much until your stomach tolerated the gunk they fed us

The nausea churned my stomach again and I threw up in the bucket they'd placed next to my bed then covered it with a towel so the smell wouldn't spread to the rest of the room

Isabella - the women who came up to the front desk the day I came in - walked in . She was the sweetest soul in the entire shelter. Her blonde hair was in a blow out flowing down her shoulders with a teal cardigan wrapped around her body

" how are you feeling Nia ? " taking a seat by the foot of my bed . Isabella spoke English that had an Italian accent . Her mother was from England and her father was from Venice .

" the same I keep on throwing up "

" mmmh... I thought this would be the case so I called the local doctor to come and examine you . He should be here any moment now "

Nodding my head I rested my head on the rock solid pillow and dozed off until the doctor arrived .

***

The doctor had arrived and woke me up from my well rested nap . He was a middle aged man with pale blue eyes and a moustache that looked to be dyed to many times

His bald head glistening under the dim lighting he came up to me

" so can you tell me what have you been feeling lately " he spoke with a deep Italian accent

" I've been experiencing headaches , back pain , nausea as well as a bit of sensitivity to smells "

He furrowed his eyebrows and asked me to lift up my shirt a bit . After doing so his hand probed my stomach for a bit before handing me a cup and asking me to pee in it

" I'll take this to my clinic for further analysis Ms Johnson and I'll come back tomorrow to tell you your results " taking the cup and putting it in his medical equipment

Slumping on the bed I nodded my head and slept until the morning sun of the next day woke me

***

The doctor came back in the morning while I was eating the lumpy porridge they'd given us . And by eating I mean shovelling everything down my throat so I don't taste it

Wiping at my mouth with a napkin I looked up at the doctor

" so doctor is it serious ?"

" depending on your definition of serious ms Johnson your results depend on you "

I kept quiet and intertwined my fingers placing my hands on my lap

" ms Johnson you're pregnant "

Those words were followed by ceramic shattering into pieces as I looked at the shocked face of Isabella

***
Six months later

I wobbled to my seat on a rusted lawn chair that was placed in the back of the shelter where there was a garden

It was divided into sections of fruits , vegetables and general flowers . Surrounded by beds of green grass

Isabella came to sit next to me holding out a glass of water and apple

Since being pregnant it seemed to be like everyone else hated me since I was eating for 2 and " wasting resources " . They also provided me with a softer pillow and another blanket to make me comfortable which seemed to drive people up the wall

Like I'm just a girl ... who's pregnant and so ready to push this dang baby out

Thanking Isabella  I take the little snack and munch to my hearts content

Was I ready to be a mother ? No way
Would I try my upmost best to provide for my child despite they way she was conceived? Absolutely

I wasn't the happiest pregnant women alive . When I used to be on social media before my whole life turned around , women made it seem like being pregnant was such an amazing thing but then I realised that being pregnant is only more enjoyable able and comforting when you've either got a loving loyal man or a supportive family that would do anything for you

I can't even entertain my cravings because I don't want to "waste any resources"

Once I was tired of sitting on the rusted lawn chair . I went back inside to take a nap . I was just too tired from walking 10 steps with this bowling ball of a stomach attached to me .

As soon as I fell asleep the thing that has been plaguing in my mind as of recently because my nightmare every time I fell asleep

***
" you thought you could run away from me ?" He laughed manically his blue eyes i once loved turning into black pits as he grasped me by my throat .

" I marked you your mine " his hand tracing the letters that he marked on my stomach

" MINE ! MiNE! MINE " his voice turned 10 octaves deeper and his fingers then turned into knives that cut open my stomach and took my baby away from me

"NO PLEASE STOP ! GO AWAY ! LEAVE US ALONE " screaming my lungs out and trying to reach for my baby who got further and further away from me

" My Nia . My Nia . Nia . Nia " my name was starting to pierce my ears in pain

" no please stop . Please make It stop " I cried

***

I woke up to Isabella shaking me

" you were crying in your sleep and I was stressed if you were ok or not " she said brows creased in worry

" I'm fine waving her away " to sit up but as I was sitting up I felt moisture between my legs . Throwing the blanket to the side I saw a wet mark on the bed and blankets

Turning to Isabella whose eyes were also on the blankets she snapped out of it and shook her hands in panic

" the babies coming I'll get a driver to take you to the hospital " and with that she rushed away

What didn't seem to register in my head was that I'm giving birth

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I'm writing this at 3am
See you in chapter 19
Much love
~N