Viking Girl Scribbles

She is awakened by her own screaming. Black dreams slither down into her subconsciousness. Her mouth feels dry and her voice is cracked. "Light." Fluorescent light flickers to life. It takes a while for her eyes to get used to the brightness.  The walls, floor and ceiling are sterile and white, as are the sheets and the screen hiding the toilet and basin, both made of stainless steel. The sheets are damp from sweat and the nightgown is sticking to her legs. She lifts the covers and looks down at her body, realizing that the nightgown is sticking to her thighs because she’s bled a little. Weakly she gets up and makes her way towards the toilet. She sits down and pulls her nightgown off, throwing it in the corner.  With trembling hands she begins to wash away the blood, trying to avoid touching the stomach. One arm touches the soft mass, she shudders. She’s not yet become accustomed to not carrying someone. A hissing voice cuts through her thoughts. "Something......

I knew straight away what would happen, live long enough with a man that’s incapable of being faithful and you get to know his ‘type’. Blue eyed blondes were on the top of his list, and her being so young would make him want her even more. The eyes were the bluest of blue, the kind you don’t believe are real and when you do find out it’s their actual eye colour you just want to tear them out and wear them yourself. Looking into the mirror I often wonder why he chose me at all, mousy brown hair and forest green eyes, I’m nothing like the women he covets. Frail limbs and womb that’s killed every child he put in there, there is nothing about me that would explain why I’m his wife. But I am! The ring on my finger and the picture on the wall remind me of this and I have no intention of sharing him with anyone. No more. It ends right now. He lingers by the car, fiddling with his phone. Casts a few glances at her house before typing something. That smile. It was the smile that ...