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munchausen syndrome by proxy, novel of romance and medical suspense Welcome to my writing corner!! PROLOGUE: Almost Love, Almost Death
She woke up from her nap and from the way the sun stretched through her window and laid across her room it must be around six, evening had arrived. She lay flat on her back stared at the white rough textured ceiling above her. She didnt hear a sound. She brought her hands to her face and put her fingers in her mouth, chewed until she tired of that activity. She stretched her arms, holding her hands in front of her face, she looked at each finger trying to remember trying to recognize each one. Next she brought her feet to her face; her mouth eagerly awaited a tasty toe. The toes were gone, cocooned in pink terry. A breeze caught and moved the bear; it caught and held her eye. They were all there Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, Pigglett. Another breeze and they began to dance for her. Up and down, side ways, back and forth, no particular rhythm. No breeze no movement; she was bored with dancing animals. Summing up every bit of energy she had she rolled from her back onto her belly. The sounds of her own voice startled her, ba, ba ba, da da, da, ma, ma ma. Drool formed in her mouth and ran from each corner onto her chin and finally pooling on the sheet beneath her. She surveyed her surroundings. Formed a fist and shoved it hungrily into her mouth. On the wall once again there were Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, and Piglett she laughed at the sight and removed her fist from her mouth. There within her reach was the noisemaker, with the happy face. She reached for it and wrapped her tiny, wet, pink fingers around it. She involuntarily shook it and the noise it made startled her and she began to cry. She didnt know how to make the noise stop, the harder she cried the louder the noise grew. No one came. Finally, screaming in fear and waving her arms frantically she threw the noisy thing. Her sobs ebbed. She pushed herself up like a lizard doing push-ups on a hot rock. She couldnt do this yesterday. She searched the room, no one. A white rocking chair sat in the corner, empty. Her stomach growled. She wanted food. She dropped to the sheet and once again shoved a fist into her mouth, chewing hard. When she removed her fist from her mouth it was an angry red. Her stomach growled again. She wanted food. She pushed herself up again, her body pushed forward; her arms could no longer support her. Her face smashed into the iron rails. She screamed and screamed hurt turning to anger, she screamed. Finally just whimpering she heard sounds ssshhh, ssshhh, ssshhh. Then hands were on her rolling her away from the unforgiving iron rails. She was once again on her back, ma, ma ma, ma she delighted in the sound of her own voice. The feeder, the warm one, the soft and gentle one. Ma, ma the protector. Ma, ma ma she cooed as saliva bubbles formed and popped at her mouth. Ma, ma ma.
The feeder was over her; the feeder had something for her. It was in her hands, it was clear and stretchy. She didnt know that it was a piece of clear plastic or that is was something she should not have. Stretched tight between the feeders hands, ma ma, the feeder put the stretchy clear plastic over her face. No more bubbles, no more coos, no more air. Her eyes focused on the feeders face. The feeder looked into her eyes, as they grew wide, first with wonder then with fear. Air, no air. As she struggled, tiny fists pounded against her own face. Her tiny legs kicked. Her defenseless body bucked to free itself. The feeder, the warm one ma ma was watching but didnt help. Finally her tiny arms and legs were still and useless, void of all strength. Her pink face was now dusk colored her lips tinged blue. And all she knew was nothingness.
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