Jayme

Its what you make of it!

My eyes open slowly and I realize what has happened.

“F**k.”

I am in a doctor's office, but I know the office isn't my normal physician's. It is one of their's. With a lack of posters, latex gloves, and hand sanitizer, the room looks bleak and unused. It is clear. I've been caught. I've been found out. Who the f**k told?

A cold shiver runs through my body as I remember. I slowly regain motor skills in my left arm just enough to push the light fabric off of my lap. Once it is removed I gasp.

“No!” I scream, tears forming in my eyes.

What seems to be fresh blood covers the sheets under my legs and my stomach is as flat as it was when I was in college.

“Jayme!” The unborn baby. The grief overwhelms me. I can't handle the terror swirling in my head. Suddenly terror is swirling in my stomach as well. I hyperventilate and gag. Swinging my upper body over with all the strength I have, I begin to throw up.

Acid burns my throat and I cough loudly. The ruckus I cause is obvious to my baby's murderers; an alarm sounds, deafening me.

As I wait for the capturers to come to silence me, I sob heavily. She was going to be a real baby. She was hope for many. She was mine. Now she is gone.

Someone crashes through the door. Slim yet imposing, humanoid yet foreign, the figure is wearing black scrubs in a sick attempt at mocking a typical nurse. The lack of facial features and extra appendages are the only indications the figure wasn't human.

Without a mouth, it begins to speak in an androgynous voice. “Alex, how are you feeling? Are you sick?” The kindness in its voice confuses me at first. But then I remember what it did to my baby. I collect the gross acidic vomit in my mouth and spit directly on the creature. Without any sign of anger, it replied to my attack. “When you get hungry or have to use the ladies room, you'll learn to like us.”

It turns and leaves. The alarm stops.

Alone I am again, staring at a black cement wall wishing not for a glass of water to rinse my mouth, but for a glass of vodka to rinse my memory. I lay there until my eyes stop producing tears and my brain stops producing thoughts.

Numbly, I drift off to sleep.