| Woodstock |
| The house was jump'n and the band was hot! Steamy hot, and so loud the walls were shakeing. That was the noticable sceene before anyone present. The screams never got below a dull roar, and the music kept on pumping out anyway. Mindless thump of a crowd gone wild carried her forward. It was close quarters, a tight squeeze now that the mob had begun to press forward. She had been swept up in it as well, inching closer to the stage as the people behind her pushed forward. Before she knew it, she was within arms reach of the stage, her swollen belly pressed against the barrier. She was uncomfortable, but kept her legs braced to stop the mob from crushing her middle anymore. She'd felt the tight churning of excitement all day. A concert of one of her favorite bands was event enough for anyone to get excited. But now, now she felt something more... pain. Panic began to creep in. She was now lost in a world of her own. One filled with chaos surrounding her, a wall of noise blocking her from thinking clearly. In her head, she heard not one word or note that raced through the room. No, now she was hearing only the words she repeated to herself. 'Calm. Breathe. Don't push. Time them. Call Daphne.' It was all she could do to stand up, if it hadn't been for the crowd pressing her forward, she would have gladly lay down. Her body was sweating, but she was shivering. Anxious and thinking muddled, she started to push back at the crowd around her. Gripping her belly she lurched forward, her face broke out in astonishment when she felt the sticky wetness trickle down her leg. Now she was in full blown panic. Every sane thought flew out of her head. She couldn't even think enough to yell for help. Nobody around her seemed to even notice her and in her befuddled state, she briefly wondered if she were invisible. She wanted nothing more then to sob at that point, but the melee about her distracted her from doing even that with every jostle and shove. Again the pain sliced through her. One thought alone drifted in and out of her mind. It was too soon. Wasn't it? It wasn't supposed to happen for almost two more weeks! Why was it happening so fast?! She was scared. She bent over, cradling her rounded body the next time the pain shot through her, this time even more excrutiating then the last. Instinct told her to push the pain from her body, but somewhere in the back of her mind there still reigned some common sense. Not yet... must find a haven first. A haven from the pain and chaos. That was when she felt someones hands grip her, turn her instead of pushing her. She found a warm body next to hers and leaned against it. Then she felt another body wracking pain shoot through her. She cried out softly as she faltered in step. Then she was scooped up, her body no longer bearing the heavy weight she'd come accustomed to. She felt the strong body of her saviour twist and push against the crowd, then it was like a great freedom released her from the tension of the multitude of bodies. She was flying... no... no, not flying. Being lifted. Yes, that was it, lifted above the crowd, leaving it behind. She didn't know how, and at the moment the next wave of pain rushed through her she didn't care how. Everything was going too fast and her mind was a whirl of confusion. Her eyes had been clenched from the battering of the pain, but when she felt a solid floor beneath her she opened them, grateful for the chance to stretch out. Her eyes glazed over a bit and she swallowed hard, panting. The only thing she could see was her own swollen belly heaving. Her eyes closed once more in sheer exhaustion. There were voices around her, unfamiliar ones. She needed Daphne... a phone. She needed a phone to get ahold of Daphne. She needed her sister to help her through this. She was too scared to do this alone. She called upon a reserve of strength and opened her eyes to ask for a phone. She looked up into the face of an angel for sure. Her long blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders and puddled upon the floor. This woman in white rolled up her sleeves. She noticed the panic in wild eyes and gave a sweet smile. "It's ok honey, I'm here to help you." An involuntary sigh of relief swept her and she breathed out her request. "Please... I need a phone!" She grasped at the angel's hand, her eyes pleading. Another fast pain raced through her unexpectantly. She knew there was something off about the way the pain was increasing and coming on faster and faster. It went against everything she'd read in all of those books. Something was wrong... She was so afraid. Daphne would know what to do. A hand shoved a phone at the angel and she handed it to her with a gentle air. The numbers almost a blurr, she dialed by rote almost. It rang, too many times... far too long. The machine picked up and she heard Daphne's bubbling recorded voice. She began to cry then. She felt so lost and alone... and scared. She was very scared now. |
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