Never to Meet Again

To make our unborn child donate bone marrow to his beloved first love, my husband knocked me unconscious with a desk lamp and tied me up in the basement so he could keep me under control and cut the baby out of me. “Give her the best nutritional fluids. Make sure the baby in her belly survives until six months!” In the endless darkness, I fought with all my strength to open my eyes! But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. All I could feel was the warm blood flowing from the back of my head, on and on, until it ran dry and the warmth turned cold... But after our child and I died, he killed his beloved first love with his own hands, then jumped off a building.