Part Eighteen

Two years ago.

Lena

All night I spent crying, on the cold floor by the blood that did not stop coming out of my body, I could not stand up because my legs did not want to respond to what my brain sent, in my eyes only tears sprout and my hand clung more and more to the child that I could not have for not trying to escape in any other way than leaving through the door that was cursedly closed by the now murderer of my soul.

-Ma'am, we're her-. Kimani announces helping her mother bring some groceries. - Oh-. It's the last thing he says when he sees everything shattered.

-Daughter, What...? -.

- Elena! -. Kimani exclaims scared and desperate, she tries to help me by preventing blood from coming out, by this point I'm already with one foot out of this world.

- We have to cook your wound! -. Kimani's mother exclaims, she runs to get a thick needle and a black thread.

-Mama, your son...-. They both see my belly.