15 September 2012
Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.
Push.
Commands I gave myself, obeying each one as it popped into my head.
Push Aisha, PUSH!
Breath Aisha.
Push again! AISHA! PUSH!
One more Aisha, one more. One more push, just one more. Push now!
I screamed at the top of my lungs, and began to pant hysterically.
And then I heard a small wailing sound as I began to regain my breath. It's here. Ailsa was here.
The nurse snatched my Ailsa away. I protested but the nurse didn't listen.
I was wheeled into a ward full of masked doctors, wiping blades covered with blood onto their crimson aprons. Another woman had just been in here. My friend. Lorna. The pile of butchered meat in the corner of the room. That couldn't be Lorna? Could it? What if that's what I was going to become?
I began to scream again for all I was worth. I scratched at the doctors, and broke anything I could reach. A doctor pressed a button and five nurses hurried into the room, all had masks on their faces, and silver hands. Genetically altered to make them stronger. Made from metal. They were going to pin me down.
I screamed again but one of the nurses held her hand against my mouth, and pinned my head back. I tried to bite her palm, but I chipped my tooth on the metal. The other four nurses held my legs and arms down, and clamped them to the bed I gave birth on. I was immobilised.
I held still. My breath rapidly increasing. My heart pumping nine to the dozen. I was going to die.
A doctor bent over me, and shoved the nurse that was holding my head down across the room. She whimpered and left holding her head down. I spluttered and cried "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" as loud as I could. The doctor smiled and stroked my powder blue hair, like a husband would to his beloved wife. He took my chin and held it up so my neck arced. "You're going to a good cause. Your baby needs you." he said calmly. "But I can't be there for her if I'm dead!" I cried. "Oh yes you can." The doctor laughed, as he bent down and kissed me. I was too weak to resist. The kiss was long and lingering, I couldn't help but tell myself my last kiss was from my murderer. He bent down even further and bit my ear, "I'm sorry Aisha." he whispered seductively, before he took the knife and drew it across my throat, spraying my crimson blood across his smooth face. As the world slipped away from my grasp, I couldn't help but realise that the man who had just killed me, was the man who made Ailsa. He was my husband.
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