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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
3,161
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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VILLE
"I'm sorry, but she didn't make it..."
Seven words and the end of my world, yet the start of another. Jules, the mother of my new new born daughter, girlfriend of the last two years, is dead. Dead because of me, giving birth to our child. My child. I can only blame myself. We were too young, far too young, to be parents. I, sixteen, almost seventeen, still a child myself, yet an adult in the face of the birth of my first child. Jules, fifteen, not yet near sixteen, still a child, yet dead in the face of adulthood. Now I find myself an adult in a world where my first true love is dead, and I am a single father to a beautiful daughter. I, from this moment, am dedicating my life to raising my daughter. Allowing her to grow into the child she should be, and to become an adult I have failed to become.
"Why is she so small?" I ask, panic stricken, as my daughter is brought to me. The nurse cradling her smiles, as if she deals with worried first time parents like myself everyday. She passes the pink bundle to me, and I stare down at my daughter. The life I helped to create, and I become lost in her perfect green eyes, so like my own...
"She was a month early Mr Valo, but shes perfectly healthy. Six pounds exactly! Do we have a name?" She asks. A name! Something I've barely thought about, what with the shock of her conception, her early arrival and her mothers passing... Jules, she had a name picked out, one for a boy, one for a girl. Names she really liked, if only I could remember them.
" Aleksi for a boy, Lily for a girl..." She whispered, a smile on her face, a hand on her bump...
"Lily..." I whisper. The name fits so perfectly, her skin is Lily white, as soft as Lily petals. Her scent as sweet as the freshest Lily. I smile as she simply stares up at me, seemingly fascinated by me, her new world... "Hey Kulta..." I whisper, gripping her tiny fist between my fingers. She gurgles, a bubble appearing between her lips, and I find myself smiling, giggling. Shes so perfect... Suddenly, she grips my index finger with her whole, tiny little fist. "Oh Darling..." I gasp. And I find myself in love, in love with the life before me, my daughter. The child I helped to create, and I never want to let her go...
Out of the blue, Lily starts to cry. Small, gurgling sobs at first, but full blown tears within seconds. I'm alarmed at first, and rock her gently in an effort to quieten her down.
"Ssshhh Kulta, don't cry...daddy's here," I coo. But she doesn't stop, and I become concerned.
"Don't panic Sweetie, she's hungry," The nurse tells me. "Here I'll make you up some milk and you can give her a feed, yes?" I nod, let her make up, and pass me a bottle. I press it to my daughters lips, she begins to eat immediately, and I find a smile working its way onto my lips again. It isn't long before she finishes, and begins to fall asleep in my arms. I take the bottle away, and begin to rock her, to sing her to sleep...
"No I won't surrender, At any cost, You're something so sweet and tender, From my heart. Yes I've done my evil, I've done my good, Just believe me honey, I won't let go of you. You are the one, And there's no regrets at all, You are the one, And there's no regrets at all..."
Well, Auschwitz is over, but heres a new fic for you all to enjoy! Please tell me what you think!
"I'm sorry, but she didn't make it..."
Seven words and the end of my world, yet the start of another. Jules, the mother of my new new born daughter, girlfriend of the last two years, is dead. Dead because of me, giving birth to our child. My child. I can only blame myself. We were too young, far too young, to be parents. I, sixteen, almost seventeen, still a child myself, yet an adult in the face of the birth of my first child. Jules, fifteen, not yet near sixteen, still a child, yet dead in the face of adulthood. Now I find myself an adult in a world where my first true love is dead, and I am a single father to a beautiful daughter. I, from this moment, am dedicating my life to raising my daughter. Allowing her to grow into the child she should be, and to become an adult I have failed to become.
"Why is she so small?" I ask, panic stricken, as my daughter is brought to me. The nurse cradling her smiles, as if she deals with worried first time parents like myself everyday. She passes the pink bundle to me, and I stare down at my daughter. The life I helped to create, and I become lost in her perfect green eyes, so like my own...
"She was a month early Mr Valo, but shes perfectly healthy. Six pounds exactly! Do we have a name?" She asks. A name! Something I've barely thought about, what with the shock of her conception, her early arrival and her mothers passing... Jules, she had a name picked out, one for a boy, one for a girl. Names she really liked, if only I could remember them.
" Aleksi for a boy, Lily for a girl..." She whispered, a smile on her face, a hand on her bump...
"Lily..." I whisper. The name fits so perfectly, her skin is Lily white, as soft as Lily petals. Her scent as sweet as the freshest Lily. I smile as she simply stares up at me, seemingly fascinated by me, her new world... "Hey Kulta..." I whisper, gripping her tiny fist between my fingers. She gurgles, a bubble appearing between her lips, and I find myself smiling, giggling. Shes so perfect... Suddenly, she grips my index finger with her whole, tiny little fist. "Oh Darling..." I gasp. And I find myself in love, in love with the life before me, my daughter. The child I helped to create, and I never want to let her go...
Out of the blue, Lily starts to cry. Small, gurgling sobs at first, but full blown tears within seconds. I'm alarmed at first, and rock her gently in an effort to quieten her down.
"Ssshhh Kulta, don't cry...daddy's here," I coo. But she doesn't stop, and I become concerned.
"Don't panic Sweetie, she's hungry," The nurse tells me. "Here I'll make you up some milk and you can give her a feed, yes?" I nod, let her make up, and pass me a bottle. I press it to my daughters lips, she begins to eat immediately, and I find a smile working its way onto my lips again. It isn't long before she finishes, and begins to fall asleep in my arms. I take the bottle away, and begin to rock her, to sing her to sleep...
"No I won't surrender, At any cost, You're something so sweet and tender, From my heart. Yes I've done my evil, I've done my good, Just believe me honey, I won't let go of you. You are the one, And there's no regrets at all, You are the one, And there's no regrets at all..."
Well, Auschwitz is over, but heres a new fic for you all to enjoy! Please tell me what you think!