I have escaped! I’m somewhere in the grounds of the hospital (can’t say where…) and trying to figure out where to go next.
Nowhere feels safe. The baby is kicking the hell out of me. I just feel like crying but I don’t have the time. I’ve stopped for a second just to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.
Everyone I see is dead behind the eyes.
I managed to get out by fighting. It was like nothing I’ve ever done before. They were taking me down to the theatre and I’d been struggling with the straps for hours, finally being able to fray one until it snapped. Quick as a flash, I managed to undo the other one and I just began kicking and hitting everything I saw.
They all had eyes like Lily, drooping down their faces, blinking and glaring, but I just hit out at everything, ignoring the pain and just praying for my baby. I barely made it out, scrapping and running, until I finally saw the outside.
I don’t know what I’ll do next. Nowhere is safe.