It's too dark. I can't see anything. The fear grips my soul. I can't drag myself more. I am scared. Something wants to break out of the ground.
"What are you scared of?" The woman asks me sarcastically.
I try to step back. Two large hands are keeping me on the spot. I fall on my butt.
The woman comes toward me. Her face is surrounded by dark shadows. She laughs, "What will you do when you remember? Can you live again knowing the past? Isn't it better to run away and hide?"
It's eerily quiet. I glance at the little arms holding my feet on the spot. It belongs to a baby. I touch those arms. My unborn baby.
"If you want to dig your baby out, you have to remember." She sneers at me. "You can't. You won't do it. You won't remember it because you are a coward. You would rather hide. Isn't that right? You hid in the past. This time, you will hide again."
How can I live like this? I don't want to be afraid. I want to save my child.
