Exciting News!

          This is most definitely an unexpected change in my life, for I am a mother to be. I am having a boy come late June. I now question my career. Should I continue to work after my maternity leave is up or should I finally start on my true goal of becoming an artist, whether it be to write stories or create things? With being a mother I find it would be difficult to find the time to be able to work for a company and do what I want to do. I also do not wish to make my partner the only source of income for us. Times will be tough but I know we will be able to get through this as long as we work together. 

World, be prepared to meet my little minion!

Preview of Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

”I need a doctor”

As my eyes started to adjust, I could tell there was a table in front of me.. and then another person in the room. They were bound to a chair too…

Who is that? Is… is that me? Am I looking into a mirror? Am I finally dead?

Suddenly the door burst open and in came three men. One was scrawny and short, one was a really tall, muscular guy, and the third looked rather average. They each had a flashlight and shone them in my direction.

“So that’s her, huh?” said the skinny fella.

“Yep. That’s the filthy skank. She looked better with her hair, personally, but Boss said it would just get in the way” replied the tall guy.

Chapter Seven- Come Back

Chapter Seven

“Come Back”

It had been three weeks since Rachel had fallen into her coma. Her family and friends were worried, but her boyfriend Jake had become obsessed with the situation and started having awful, wretched nightmares. He lost sleep over these, and with every night, they became worse, more gruesome. More detailed... What he didn’t know was that his dreams were insights to what was going on in Rachel’s head. He watched her die. He watched her being raped. He watched her as she began to lose herself and what reality she had left.

Every day he would visit her in the hospital and stay all day long. He talked to her as if she were conscious to hear him. He hoped something he said would get through to her and help her awake from this horrible slumber.

“I really wish you would say something back to me. Valentine’s Day is in a few days. You’d really like what I have planned for us, baby. I know you’ll love it! I would tell you what it is but that would ruin the surprise…. I love you very much.”

With every passing day Jake became more worried, more obsessed and more foolishly, hopelessly hopeful. He forced himself to believe that he would be the one to bring her out of the coma, so they could be a happy couple once again.