small bump . open
Oct 22, 2021 8:39:44 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Oct 22, 2021 8:39:44 GMT -5
d e l i l a h .Delilah was a mess.
She sat on the bathroom floor, face pressed up against the toilet seat. Her stomach cramped, and her throat burned. She had been sitting on the bathroom floor for the last hour, cradling her stomach, the stench of her vomit filling the room, filling her nostrils. She was sure that it was mangled in her hair, and that a trail ran down her shirt, ingraining the smell into the worn fabric. Shifting on the floor she managed to push herself onto her feet, cradling her stomach that was growing by the day.
Stripping off her shirt, then her pants and underwear she jumps into the shower, enjoying the feeling of hot water against her skin and aching muscles. Ever since the pump had popped the pain in her back had been persistent and relentless. Just walking down the street to the market sent her lower back on fire, her body not used to the new weight, the new life that was growing within her. Running her hands over her stomach she wonders if her body will ever become accustomed to the baby that was growing within her, or if the whole pregnancy would have her body fighting her.
Sighing she cuts off the water, stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself with a worn-out towel that barely closed around her, almost exposing her. Luckily the whole house was fast asleep, worn out from a day of working the farm that was their livelihood, they did not wake to her movements, her retching as she had expelled her dinner into the toilet bowl. She was grateful for that though because she couldn't stand seeing the disappointment in her mother's eyes each time she looked at her.
"You are throwing your life away, Delilah," she would say, shaking her head before turning away, leaving Delilah feeling empty and lost and terrified about what the future held for her. What if her mother ended up kicking her out? Throwing Delilah and her newborn to the curb to survive on their own. She knew that her mother loved her, but was that love enough?
In her room, she slips on her track pants and a loose flowing shirt before stuffing tired feet into boots. Tightening them she pulls herself from her bed, pulling on a jacket as she quietly moves through the slumbering house, slipping out the backdoor. The night air was fresh, chilly against her skin, so she shrugs her jacket on tighter, Mushroom, one of their farm collied running up to greet her with exciting licks to her hand and frantic tail wagging.
"Hey there, Mushroom, you want to go for a walk?" An excited bark is followed by her torpedoing towards the gate, looking back at her panting with anticipation. "Okay okay, wait up Mushroom! This young mamma can't move like she used to." Mushroom runs back to her side, patiently walking beside her as she reaches the gate, swinging it open just enough for the both of them to fit through.
They walk for a while until they come across a bench where Delilah sighs in relief, collapsing onto the bench. Instantly Mushroom jumps up to sit beside her, placing her head onto her lap. Delilah runs her hand over the dog's head absently, as she stares up into the night sky. "I'm so tired, Mushroom," she pauses, taking a deep, shaking breath. "I'm so scared," she finished, her free hand cradling her stomach.