Because her brain was foggy and hazy. Alana didn't know who she was and where she belonged. She landed in a white room filled with a glass spheres.
As she moved, she tripped and fell dropping one of the spheres in her hand.
The glass sphere shattered in her hand, the shards piercing through the flesh of her arm. The trail of blood should alarm her, is supposed to make her panic, however the wails of a new born baby ricocheted through the walls around her.
These cries pierced the air, filling the whole room with agony. It made her forget the physical pain of her wounded arm.
"Where are you?" She spoke to the walls that were encased in a strange silver glow.
The cries surged through her, boundless and yet bountiful. Their resonance grated her heart and shattered her soul. It was fear for that child that made her move around in a dizzying frenzy. The desperation to find and save him alerting her to the maternal instinct she never knew existed within her.
"I'm here, my arms are open..." she was sobbing through the pain now. As if someone was raking through her heart, twisting it and yanking it from her chest. "...I'm here, but why can't I see you?"
It was torture, absolute agony, a suffering she'd never experienced throughout her life. The cries wouldn't stop and no matter how desperate she looked she couldn't find the missing child. She searched and searched, everywhere and anywhere. However, the walls kept expanding out of her reach.
The image of him was so clear in her mind. A small baby, just a new born, naked and cold, in need of her warmth, of her nurture, of her love.
"Why can't I see you? Why can't I hold you?" She slumped on the floor in defeat and sobbed for a long time, her cries mingling with his.
"I'm sorry...I have failed you. I have failed..." Her voiced echoed in a trail. She hugged knees together, her head falling in between them. As if to contain the shattering of her broken heart and soul.
As her head suddenly cleared, it suddenly dawned on Alana why she couldn't find the child, why she couldn't hold him and why she couldn't love him.
That child was lost to her...a part of her that had ceased from existence... a part of her that had died, innocently...along with her.
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When Alana bolted awake, she was sweating profusely. As if she had ran a marathon, she breathlessly clutched her huge belly. Her vision felt hazy but her thought was centred on the child inside her womb. Alana hugged her belly as the tears fell like waterfalls from her eyes, upon recalling the dream she had.
That woman had not only taken her life but her child's as well. Alana couldn't understand why she dreamt that dream. She had only wondered prior to her nap why Naala would choose to leave behind her loved ones. Alana didn't think she would virtually dream about the answer.
Recalling those last moments of Naala's life, Alana felt as if her heart had split in two. It felt like wound that kept burning through her somatosensory cortex. Thought by thought, it had felt so real and so raw as if it had been her.
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IMMORTAL LOVE | one
Fantasy[ BOOK ONE of The Immortal Series] Alana has always felt there was something about the dreams she had that were different from normal. That's why she tried so hard to paint them...maybe getting them out there will keep these nightmarish monsters and...
