Seven months since the "accident".
In and out of Doctor Offices. Failed suicide attempts. Constantly being watched over like a infant. Being forced to eat. Counting down the days till I become a mother.
Sitting..Alone in a room filled with play girl posters. Blood splattered over the walls like art.
My tear stained face and swollen ankles made the day more dreadful.
The door swung open, smashing the door knob into the inplanted hole. Alot of fights have gone on in here, Many of nights I was apart of them. But we all have our own memiores.
He turned and looked at me, shaking his head in disgust. His white hair in tangles.
I stared up at him, I never had to tell him a thing, he read my thoughts, invading my confused mind...invading the only thing I had. my thoughts were just an open book to him. He folded his arms across his chest. Mocking me with his stare. I was out of place, I wanted to go home to safety. But I was here, the only person I knew had a hatred for me.
"Jake and the rest of them will be gone for another week" His voice was low, emotionless.
I nodded once. I laid my hands over my belly. It was kicking for the first time in days.
"What are you gonna name it?" He asked me, taking a seat infront of the door.
"I have no idea, Zero.." I didn't know if I wanted to keep it.
"I like Bob" He pulled out his guitar, playing a few notes then started to sing. "Oh bob, the bastard child, his mother wasn't on the pill and had a one night stand with maaaan. An awful maaaan. They were stuck with the baby, the baby named Bob"
I smiled for the first time in God knows when. It was nice to laugh. But the sound of my laughter was drain by the screaming in the other room. Zero bang on the door yelling
"Shut the hell up!". A sudden pain hit me, I jerked over, as the pain got stronger. Then it stopped. I laid back and relaxed as my breathing returned to normal. Zero looked at me with a confused look on his face.
"Is bob coming?"
"Oh Lord I hope not"
He moved over to me, pressing his face to my belly. "Stay in there Bob"
The baby kicked untill Zero moved. I laughed slightly.
"It doesn't like you"
"Screw you Bob"
The pain came back, worse this time. I couldn't keep clam the pain wasn't going away fast enough. Zero poked me. "Is it dead?"
I smacked his hand away and snarled.
"I think you need to see a doctor" He suggested.
"I..I.." The pain was showing on my face. Zero grabbed my arm pulling me up, he dragged me out to his car.