I loved her. I loved the woman, Bella, if thats her name, carrying me, in her womb. I was trying to stay still, but my movements, my toddler posture, it was to big for her stomach. I couldn't get enough air from all this heat. The blood went down again, and I heard this Bella, Momma, say, "Rose'll catch me if I trip over my feet."
Bounce. How many times was this going to happen?
Then, I heard the sound of something tipping over. I couldn't take it--the heat, my big body--for normal human babies, aren't you supposed to breathe? I know I can get out. There is a way, right? A nice way to crash through my new Momma's belly? Without harming her?
I slightly crawl away, trying to go from the heat. I held onto something squishy, and I took a deep breath. I heard the sound of screaming and then there was a type of earthquake. The sound of shouts, the sound of my Momma--my new Momma screaming. I tried to break out, winningly, out of her stomach. The heat kept coming. I didn't cry, but tension rose into me. Get me out of the heat!, I wanted to cry. But nothing can save me. I was dying. With Bella. My new Momma.