In the months that followed Debra spent most of her time in the library. She loved to read, as long as it wasn’t anything religious.
During the nights she slept in the park, underneath a willow. That was until the park ranger busted her and chased her away. From that moment on she slept in an alley, next to a food container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and fish something out. Most of it had already passed the expiration date, but Debra didn’t care. Food was food and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach. She sought support against the wall with her one hand while she used the other to support her big belly. She walked alongside the wall, trying to keep her breathing under control.
She had to find a doctor.
As night converted into day the pain worsened. She faltered over the streets, waving her hands at people, but they drove or walked past her.
She felt something wet run down her legs. She touched between her legs and when she withdrew her fingers she noticed blood on them.
Panic got the best of her and she started crying. Screaming from pain and despair she dropped on her knees.
People got out of their cars and houses to witness what was happening. They were all shocked about what they were seeing.
“What is going on here?” an older woman demanded to know. She and her husband pushed the crowd aside until they found Debra lying on the floor, bleeding, screaming and convulsing.
“Get her up” she ordered her husband. The man walked to Debra and lifted her in his arms. “My baby” Debra mumbled weakly. “I’ll take care of it” the woman promised and she picked up the lifeless body.