Pangaea* (Under revision!)

50.5 million years into the future, and Earth has reverted back to it's original state-the super continent of Pangaea. A new country is born, learning from past mistakes. A girl, riddled with sadness but an unknown power. A boy, with a silver spoon in his mouth and pockets full of money. This infant country is, however, surrounded by war and death, and both boy and girl are no exception. When a government plot threatens to overthrow everything they hold dear, Adelle and Marcus must search themselves to decide what's right.


8. Mental Breakdown







       "Ade! Ade! Come on, you can't black out now! I know your stressed but..Ade!" I moaned. I tried to move, but found that I was stuck in an iron grip. I tried to open my eyes, but the light above nearly blinded me. "Arrow-Arrow is Darren. Arrow is Darren." The guilt, my secret guilt. The deep, dark, horrible secret I've harbored since I was 16 years old. "So, Arrow is a double ex?" laughed Marcus. I didn't realize that we had moved outside, and the cold wind shocked me to the core. Marcus was still joking, making some stupid joke. He didn't get it-he never has! How dare he. 

             I screamed, and lurched out of Marcus's arms, dropping onto the freezing ground below, bruising my hip bone. "You don't understand Marcus! This isn't a joke." I held my hands over my face, hiding the tears which streaked down my cheeks. "Darren wasn't just my boyfriend, he was my fiance." A deathly still silence dropped like a heavy weight over us. I didn't wait for his reply. "We had been going out for a year-he proposed in May." I smiled. "When I found out about the baby, I was overjoyed. My life was finally coming together. Mother was. . kind. It was the happiest time of my life. We had already decorated the nursery, since we knew it was a girl anyway. Her name was Eliza. Eliza Rose. Her room was a light pink, rosebush actually. I was so specific, everything had to be perfect for my little girl. But.."

             I felt the blood rush from my cheeks as I remembered that day.  "We were driving-it was too early. I wasn't due for over 2 months yet. I was in labor for about 8 hours. It was single handedly the most painful experience of my life. When she arrived, however, it didn't matter. The love was instant-she even had my eyes. Her hair was a mess, and it was dark brown. Every hour of pain and suffering, the constant battle with my body, was all worth it. I don't know what happened next. One minute, I was holding my angel, my baby. And the next she's gone, snatched away by the doctors.

            Eliza was early-her lungs were undeveloped  At least, that's what I was told later. Doctors and nurses swirled around me, and I only caught little snippets of conversations. She was to be put into intensive care-but-but." I sobbed loudly as the painful, guilt-filled memories came back, smacking me across the face and breaking my heart once more. "She couldn't breathe! The doctors shared that look, the one that says 'Its over." They handed me my child, so I could say goodbye before she went to the morgue  She was still warm. I couldn't-still can't- picture my Eliza, lying there, all alone and cold. She needed a Mother! Not a morgue! The funeral was the week after, and her coffin wasn't bigger than a bread box."

                        I sniffled, trying to get ahold of myself, but to no avail. The wet tears kept coming down. "Mother became the woman she is today, ignoring me at every turn. I was a disgrace! I was a failure! I still am." I paused. "And Darren left me the day after Eliza's death. I wonder if he couldn't take the grief. But, I needed him! I needed someone-anyone! But they left me. They all left me, Marcus. Everyone. But. You." With that final sentence, I fell over, completely spent. The large, discolored bruise/cut thing on my stomach hurt, and it was getting harder to breathe. I could have sworn I saw Eliza's face, her voice just as I thought it would be. "Mama, I love you Mama!" I reached out for her, and as she faded away, as did I. I let go.


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