Lacey’s Suicide: Final Chapter( 6)

It's been three weeks, ever since the incident Lane and I have been more intimate with each other than before. I've had the same pain in my stomach ever since his father tackled me onto my belly.

Lane looked at me "Are you okay?"

I nodded while touching my belly "I'm just hurting a bit".

"Well it is close to delivering time."

"I guess you're right, could you go to the store today?"

He raised a brow "You want me to leave you alone again?"

"I'll be fine, it's just you forgot to buy the car seat for the baby".

Lane reached over the nightstand to get a cigarette "Mm, fine then, don't expect me to take long, lock the door and don't answer for anyone, I don't even care if you stay in the backyard just don't get yourself in trouble again".

"Okay", I pecked him on his cheek.

He immediately burned out his cigarette then grabbed my chin "You can't just get away with one little peck".

He kissed my lips again and I kissed him back.

I then pulled away "I'm going to take a shower".

"I'll be back, doll", he kissed me goodbye.

I walked to the shower feeling the baby kick, I smiled a bit, I thought about our Future, the monsters finally seemed to go away.

I began undressing looking at my baby bumb in the mirror, I felt another kick. I started to get worried, the pain seemed to vanish after 20 minutes. I sighed with relief and stepped into the shower. I then felt a sharp pain down my spine and around my hips, I held my belly and fell in the shower. I saw the white water turn red, I felt a lot of pressure in my lower abdomen before I felt a pop. I was too scared to look from under me as I sat on the bathtub floor. I finally summed up the courage to look, there was a head and a body along with an unraveled umbilical cord. I gasped, picking up our child. It was a boy, he didn't cry. I took him away from the warm water and held him to my chest, he started to cry, I sighed with relief once again. I tried to stand up but I felt a bit of pressure around my legs, I fell. My vision became blurry, I looked down to see so much blood, all I could do was hold him when he stopped crying. I tried my hardest to keep myself awake, even if it was counting how many toes I have. I blacked out a couple of times. My eyes flickered when there was a knock on the door, he had broken it down a couple of minutes later. "Camillia!", he paused when he saw me holding his son, then he saw the blood. I couldn't stay awake anymore, there was an eternal feeling of sleepiness. Lane held my hand "You have to stay with me darling, you know that right?!", I could still feel the vibration of panic in his voice. He called an ambulance, waiting frantically. He left briefly to answer the door, my eyes closed. I knew I was gone, that my soul had left my body, the monsters had finally caught up to me. I could still briefly hear everything around me but at the same time, I was in my own free world. I had a brief vision, I was walking in a blank space, I had no idea where I was going, I then spotted a girl in the distance, my voice echoed "Who are you?"

She turned her back "You're finally here, isn't the place amazing?"

"Lacey-", I put my hand over my mouth and hugged her. "Did you bring someone with you?", she asked. She pointed behind me "There's a lingering soul, someone on the brink of being here, but it's fading, that soul must be going back to which it came". I looked at Lacey "How did you die?"

She smiled and grabbed my hand "I won't ruin your happiness by telling you, just follow me".

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Lane's POV

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The paramedics cut the umbilical cord after putting Camillia in the ambulance, I wiped my tears as they fell. They put a defibrillator on her chest "no pulse..clear". As for the baby, he had no pulse as well. After a few rounds of CPR, he started to cry. One of the Paramedics looked at the other "Time of Death 10:53 am". They asked me to go to the hospital with them to get a birth certificate for our child. I stayed at the hospital for hours, numb at her passing. A nurse had asked me what to name our kid, I snapped out of my daze "Callen". The nurse had looked at me "Why Callen?", I figured the nurse asked because she saw how somber I was. "Callen is the name of her Father", I spoke. They ran tests and made sure he was okay, I had to run to the car to get the car seat. I finally had my son in my arms around the evening. They asked me about her funeral arrangements and I had chosen to donate her body to science. I wanted to pretend she wasn't as dead as I remembered she was. I put my son in the car seat then sat in the driver's seat, numb. I tried to find a reason. Was it my father tackling her on top of her stomach. I stopped thinking since I was confused, going down a spiral. I don't think I'll be a very good Father because on the inside I think I know who I will truly blame.