Miscarriage: A Narrative Fiction

Miscarriage is a term used for a pregnancy that ends on its own. Miscarriage is the most common type of pregnancy loss and usually happens during the first 13 weeks of pregnancy. About one in four pregnancies end in miscarriage, and there are many reasons this happens to pregnant women.

My aunt grabbed my mother’s hands preventing her from getting to the steering wheel. When we made it to the entrance she tried to choke my dad from behind, I saw my father’s face turn red. We begged her to release to him, my mother eventually let go, with us pulling her back. My father was scared to death , he got off the car quickly so my mother wouldn’t be able to choke him. We protested her to get out of the car she started pulling my aunts hair, my aunts face turned even more red than my father. All hear is my crying and everyone else’s, while my brother ran inside the hospital telling them to help us outside with my mother. As my mother got out of the car, she took off her shoe and started hitting my dad, a innocent person who never gave up on her. I quickly grabbed her from behind so she could stop hitting my dad, I don’t know where my strength came from. A few moments nurse came outside saw what was happening, my mother hitting my father with a shoe and yelling. Then you see her talking in the walkie-talkie, as she talked in the walkie-talkie she said the dreadful words I despised the most “code gray”. Soon later you see all these security guards coming outside with a wheelchair, they tried to

I had just gotten home from school and was standing before my front door starring at it in apprehension of what would most likely greet me on the other side. "Hopefully, today's different," I thought tiredly. Opening the front door I stepped silently inside and quietly closed the door then headed towards my room only to pause at the bottom of the stars as I realized there was no sound coming from upstairs like there usually was. I resumed walking up the stairs thinking to myself "wow, for once they've actually considered that they have a son living with them." At least that's what I thought until, right as I was about to enter my room, loud moans sounded from two different directions. "Or not," I thought in annoyance and slammed my door which did nothing to stop the moans.

Five minutes left of my safe haven. Which means ten minutes until I come back to reality. Ten minutes until I see my father. RING! Sounded the bell, breaking me from my nightmare. I gathered my books and put on my sunglasses. I walked out of the school feeling nauseous. I walked the short distance to my house. My hand shook against the door knob. I turned it, checking to see if it was locked. It was open, so I walked straight in. It was quiet. Too quiet. I walked around looking for my father. I checked the couch, not there. I checked him and my "mothers" room, not there. I let a smile break out on my face. I took a shower, which was very rare. Showers for me are about as common as breakfast in the morning, and breakfast is not common. I got out the shower and dried off. I put on a pair of boxers and shorts and got in my bed. I lied there and thought about the times before my step father. My mom an I were so close. I began to fall asleep as all these thought flooded my mind, and before I know it, I was out cold. I slept for what felt like mere minutes before a cold, hateful voice awoke

As I walked into the hospital, it was filled with sad, gross people. It was like they were zombies or something. The place was all dark and black, while people had fangs and green faces like witches. The wallpaper was slowly peeling off the walls and behind them were dead people hanged or supernatural creatures butchering them. A zombie nurse with pink scrubs came out and called me in. Her skin was crystal clear. You saw all her red, gummy-like intestines being all bloody and small. I felt like an outcast and scared. I thought it was for Halloween, but it was real. I didn’t know what to do. The nurse examined me and was amazed I was still alive. The nurse’s name is Isabella. She started pointing at me and I was looking around confused. I started

It was a Saturday morning, I awoke to the sounds of muffled arguing in the next room. I lay in my bed, waiting for the sounds too cease. Not wanting exit my room and get caught in the crossfire of an intense argument between family members. After what felt like ages, the feud ended, making it safe to creep out my bedroom door and into the hallway, too where the land-line telephone was ringing. I pick up the phone and press the button labeled 'talk.' The other side of the phone line cracks to life, and I hear a warm familiar voice asking, “Are you okay?”, It was Joann, She had heard the commotion that had erupted from my home, As she lived on the other side of the road that divided our street. I thought for a moment, and replied, “ I don't want to

“Ring Ring”. Sitting in my bed, on my computer, I hear the phone ringing. It stops and I hear footsteps walking through the living room. My mom walks into my room and says she’s going to the hospital. I asked why, and she said that there was an error in Papaw’s paperwork for his sleep-study. They lied.

Dad went down with a rifle in his hand just in case someone or something was still in there. As the door creaked he read a note that was on the ground, it said ' DON'T LOOK BACK! '. It was too late, mum had already seen the little girl standing behind us with blood on her hands, and as soon as she looked up with a dull grin on her face, dad took a couple of shots at it. It happened too fast for me to see where she went. So while mum was on the phone with the cops, dad and I packed some food and water in a bag if it was necessary to move out. Mum gave us a look while on the phone, she told us that instead of the cops voice she heard a little girls voice say " where is my doll " over and over again. The lights started to flicker and the girl's voice on the phone got louder " where is my doll, where is my doll WHERE IS MY

Before I could turn my music back on I heard moms light yet aggressive foot step’s approach my room. I turn my head over and glance at her and she immediately says “Your father wants you”. I immediately wash my face with my hands and tell her “ok, on my way”. I stand up and begin drudging through the carpet towards my parent’s room. When I arrive my mom goes back to putting her clothes away and my dad seemed to be folding clothes on his bed. He begins his speech by saying

Turning over in bed, I blinked sleepily at the clock next to me. It read 2:37 am. I stumbled out of bed and made my way towards my bedroom door. The sound of squeaking hinges could be heard as I slowly pulled open the door. My footsteps were drowned out by the sound of a voice coming from down the hall. A faint light was coming from the small gap beneath my brother’s door. Being the curious nine year old little girl I was, I turned and started walking towards my brother’s room. I felt both nervous and confused due to the fact that it was so early in the morning. The voice grew louder with every hearting racing step I took. My throat grew tighter as I reached for the silver doorknob. The door squeaked as I pushed it open, just enough to poke my head in and see who he was talking to. I saw my brother sitting there, alone, talking to noone but himself. I could see his phone on the dresser next to the bed. I began to question many things in my head.

The lightning struck again and as I lay on my side holding my arm, I see my mother staring back at me, not blinking, not moving, not breathing. “Mommy” my voice came out in squeaks. She didn’t answer me. I followed her hand to see what she was holding onto and I could only glance for a moment. I refused to look again. She was holding my brothers hand, his lifeless hand. Sobs started to pour out of me, but I couldn’t hear myself. I wanted my mommy and my brother here. What is happening? I lay there in what could only be blood, their blood and I scream. I was still holding my arm, with my brother’s shoe tucked in my armpit. The tears ran into the corners of my mouth and it tasted like salty pennies. Lights started to flash on the ceiling, but I didn’t move, I just screamed, tasting the blood and tears that ran down my face. I heard bangs in the background of my own screams and then there were faces in front of my eyes. Their mouths were moving, but I didn’t understand anything they said to me. They tried touching me and I started to thrash at them and drag myself to my mother’s side.

I step into the ever so haunting waiting room, not knowing what to expect. The clean white walls, the smell of the sterilized tools, and the coughing, crying patients all around made me realize, this day could possibly win as the worst day ever. The doctor ever so calmly says “This way ladies”. In my head, I’m thinking how can someone possibly be so calm in a situation, which a person is dying. My sister is bawling next to me obviously jumping to the worst conclusion. My sister and I walk into this room to find nobody but my mom sitting in the corner with her hands to her face and her elbows on her knees. I thought he was gone. I thought I would never receive another hug or smile from him.

Ding dong!, I heard the doorbell ring. “Can you get the door sweetie! My mom screams from the kitchen.“Hmm i wonder who is here,”? As i open the door i hear, “help,hello get me out of here!!”, but there is no body. What the heck i wonder. As i start looking around, there sitting on my porch right in front of me is a big box. Not just any box, it is a wiggling, moving ,talking, shaking and a enormously huge box. So i call my mom and she came and said “sweetie get in the house please im calling the police”. Ok i said heading up to my room. “Come on luna and cooper”. I call. They are my cat and dog. I grab my phone and flop on my bed with cooper and luna already on it lying down.”gese how do they get on the bed before i do? I think to myself. We o! we o! I hear sirens pulling up to my house.

They said my grandpa and Aunt Nikki are at the hospital with grandma and then, when I heard that some of my family from Tennessee was on their way down right now to the hospital, I knew it was serious. It was exactly 6:23 PM when I called grandpa’s phone. He answered and I could tell he had been crying. I was demanding to know what was wrong with grandma, but he started crying again and passed the phone to my Aunt Nikki. She was crying as I repeated my demand to know what was going on. Sobbing through the phone, Nikki told me how my grandparents were out to eat at the Oyster Reef Club celebrating New Year’s Eve, when my grandma suddenly choked on her food. Apparently, there were three doctors at the restaurant that night, but no one could get the food out of her throat. “She went nearly forty-five minutes without oxygen and was already gone before she got to the hospital,” said Nikki. She was in the ICU on life support at the Memorial Hospital on the fourth floor. I was numb as I listened to the truth. I rode the rest of the way to the hospital with my parents in silence.

I walked downstairs to wake my dad. He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. Of course he was looking at me strange. It was three o’clock in the morning. I handed him my phone and said “Mama wants to talk to you, she called me three times”. He felt the same that I did. Something wasn’t right. He jumped up out of his sleep and grabbed the phone. “Hey ma, what’s wrong?” Whatever she said to him confirmed my feelings. Something definitely was wrong. He rushed to put clothing on. I just sat and watched like a silent movie. I didn’t ask what she said because I knew that his mind was racing too much to be able to stop and tell me. He grabbed his Car keys and ran out the door.