The blood, is what I see first. I know what it means, I just don't want to admit. The life that was in me, is now dead.
It drips, and I cry. Cry for the sake of that life, for the life that could've been. And all I can see is red, now. Just like the blood.
I still can almost feel the bulge, in my stomach. It was small. But, it was there. And now, now it's not. Nothing's there.
It's hollow.
And now that I know that it's empty, I'll continue to cry.
Until my baby comes back.
AN: Yes, I miscarried. Me and Taylor had the names ready to go. Shyla Wendy Claybourne or Adam Taylor Claybourne. This is why I've been AWOL so long. Literally the day after I released my last story, I woke up in blood. I might be out for a little bit longer, until I get my emotions more in check. I'm sorry :( I hope you guys understand.
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