Now that I was somewhat allowed to roam the house, my skin was slowly changing back to it's normal shade. Although I was definitely more healthy than I was before I was pregnant, I was never fed enough to keep me going. You know, you'd really think that someone would treat the mother of his child a bit better considering the fact that the baby needs food too.
Before I could even pay attention to what I was doing, I was closing my eyes and slipping into sleep.
Little did I know that I traded the most important part of the conversation for just a little time to energize my body.
"The girl? Ha, you shouldn't even ask. Same as the others! As soon as she's given birth and I have the baby in my arms, I'll slit her throat and dump her on the beach. Seems easy enough."
Although I may have missed this slight amount of useful information, the maid didn't.
She kept asking me if my outfit was the best choice. I could tell something was bothering her but she acted as if she couldn't spit out the words that were burning her tongue.
I felt bad for her. I wanted to give her a hug and let her know that I cared because she had been the only one to care about me, whether she could help me or not.
It took me about five minutes to realize that the "bright light beckoning me to death" was just the sun shining through the window.
Huh, I could have sworn it was night time.
The fall hurt, sure, but I was laying here completely uninjured and alive. Janet's intentions were for my own good, though, and I knew that. If I was even near as brave as her, I would have done the same.
"What is this?" I bellowed, echoing down the hallway. "Some kind of trap? Am I being played for a fool?"
The elevator door flew open right as I rounded the corner near the door to what looked like a hotel room. I fixated my eyes on the woman dressed in head to toe in pink.
The elevator had to have opened at least 3 times before someone actually stepped out of it again. People I had known all my life passed right by me without a second glance. My own mother looked me over, could she not see how pale and skinny I am? Did she care that I've been gone almost a whole year? I guess not, because here she is, dressed in pink and having fun with all of her friends.
Enraged, I ran into the elevator and punched the buttons with all my force, taking myself back down to the lobby. I WILL catch her eye again and if she doesn't recognize me then I'll MAKE her recognize me. And if she doesn't care? I'll MAKE her care.
The happiness that it left faded quickly though and I was left with nothing but myself, this baby and the streets of Bridgeport. "I'm going to wake up tomorrow and all of this is going to be a big dream. It won't make sense to dad when I tell him because he believes that I would never run away...ever."
I talked to my slowly growing stomach. "I'm going to wake up and find out that you will never come because you aren't real. Just a piece of my imagination and everything will be just like it was before."
I looked at my hand for a moment, trying to hold it steady from my shaky weakness. But when I brought it up to my face...I had to do a double take because half my hand had disappeared. My eyes got huge and I started to scream but the rest of me followed my hand...straight back into Perry's house.
I pressed my hand against my temple, feeling weaker than normal and a bit woozy too. "No....just a dream. You didn't really just see mom...did I?" But what would explain my disappearing hand and seeing her...so different looking...and this still wasn't the weirdest thing to happen to me.
So, I hadn't noticed the blood droplets on the stairs. I hadn't seen them getting thicker and thicker.
Rage flashed through my mind when the first thing I saw as I entered the living room...was Janet's body surrounded by a pool of thick red blood. And it was all caused by a tiny slit in her throat. I jumped back...right into front of another maid.
"GO!" I was pulled back into reality when Perry appeared at the top of the stairs, a insane look owning even the slightest bit of attractiveness on his face and a knife in his hand. He started down towards me and I pulled the door open and made a run for it...but not before his knife caught me on the back and pain shot down through me.
Stopping to check that the child was alright and starting once again into a slight jog all the way into the middle of bridgeport. The sun was in the sky for now and I've done this more than once on my own...but not pregnant and with blood seeping down the back of my shirt...I had a lot of work to do.