InsaneJournal

Who: Hazel Dodd (Narrative)
What: Contemplations in her cell.
When: Friday night
Where: Her cell
Rating: Probably not too high, maybe PG for language or would that be PG-13? So bad at ratings.
Status: Complete

Hazel lay on her bed, eyes staring at the ceiling. She contemplated telling Kaira her thoughts, but as her friend was a few cells or so down, she'd have to yell. Anyone could hear. And as Hazel was a private person, she didn't want the vampires keeping her here to be privy to her thoughts.

They were all jumbled anyway. Between guilt over Kaira being imprisoned and wondering if she already had a baby starting to grow inside of her, Hazel was a complete mess. She'd held herself together relatively well until a few days before when they'd given her the insemination. It was forced on her. She had no choice. Though she knew she wouldn't. The gold bracelet she'd accepted just days before she tried to run reminded her of that much. She was "chosen." They said it like it was an honor, but it wasn't. Not to Hazel.

She'd never wanted children, she knew that wouldn't change. Even at 25, if she had to have her uterus removed, she wouldn't care. She wouldn't be a good mother, it was in her upbringing and personality. It wasn't hard to figure that out. Obviously the vampires didn't do a lot of research when choosing their victims. Probably none at all. She was picked at random and the worst choice they could have ever made.

Her hand rested unconsciously on her stomach and she suddenly felt like a teenage girl who had had unprotected sex for the first time--or how that must have felt. Hazel didn't really know from experience. The questions, the wondering. The waiting. Unless the vampires had some sort of magical or advanced means of telling whether or not someone was pregnant, she would have to wait the normal time period.

She'd never been a fan of waiting. For anything. Waiting for her fate to whether or not she was a mother was even worse.

God, don't start crying again, she told herself. It didn't matter. She'd been crying a lot the past few days.

She drew in a sharp breath and closed her eyes tightly to stop the impending tears. Would she be forced to bear a child in the dungeons? If so, would they take it away? Would she ever get out of here?

It had only been a week. Last Friday was the night she had made her attempt to run. Last Friday was when she had been imprisoned. Or Saturday. It all depended on the way one thought about it.

Even so, it already felt like an eternity.