Like a Former Nail
SEASON 2 Prologue

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Darkened. I can't see anything. But why would I be here? As I recall, I was watching a variety show on TV. The show was hosted by an actor whose face I often see on a glass screen, hoping to one day meet him in person.

“Mama!”

I spontaneously turned to the left and to the right even though I could not see anything. It's really dark in here.

"Mama! Mama!"

The voice was constantly calling out, making me even more trying to find the source of his voice, until suddenly a speck of light appeared. Slowly my feet moved closer to him until without me noticing, I was already in a room that was all white with the smell of nose-piercing drugs. It looks familiar here, like I've been to him.

“Mama....” The typical voice of the toddler was getting clearer, whimpering sounded.

With my instinct, this leg moved towards the one door that my eyes could see and opened it with a slight hesitation. Inside was a woman dressed in brown cloth and in a white suit, who looked focused face down. Right next to him, a man wearing a mask was thrusting silver-colored tools.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked who was so curious because the agonizing moans from the toddler's voice were increasingly sounding heartbreaking.

The two female figures did not respond, as if they could not hear my voice. With curiosity stirring, I tried to get closer. But it turns out it's not just the two of them. On the bed lay a female figure whose face was covered with strands of hair. I didn't realize it because I was blocked by two women in white uniforms. I got closer, wanting to know what they were doing because the two women looked so focused. Until suddenly my eyes were wide and my steps slightly retreated backwards. That face... I didn't see wrong, did I? Why does the face that is lying look like me?

“Mama, pain..”.

My head was cackling, trying to find the voice of the toddler that had caught my ear since. But there was no visible figure of a child there.

“Mama, don't kill me... I want to live Ma...”.

“MAMA KILLER! MOMMY KILL ME!” the voice of the toddler whimpering in pain, now shouting, sounded very angry.

Suddenly I felt my right hand being held by someone and my head reflexively turned. I saw a young boy who put on a sad look with flowing tears. His face looked familiar, especially the thick black eyebrows that were framing, like I had seen him somewhere. While in the eye area looks very similar to me, with lashes that are pliable with a pitch-black eyeball.

“Mama!” said it.

I was stiff in my place.

“Why did Mama kill me? I want to live Ma.”

My eyes opened wide, looking left and right. I'm still in the room. I accidentally fell asleep while watching. I slightly sighed in relief as I stood up and picked up a bottle placed beside the TV. Not only once I dream like that, it can be said almost every day if not sleeping if not really tired. That's why I often take two to three side jobs a day. Or if it's not possible, I'll take sleeping pills to get a good night's sleep.

I took the glass, filled it with water and then took the pill. Not finished the water in the glass is gulped, again these eyes act. Tears flowed without being ordered.

Regretting. I'm really sorry. It was like having a time machine to go back seven years. I wanted to stop all the madness I had done that day, calling out loudly that I didn't want to eliminate it. I don't want to have this abortion. I want that little baby alive. I want to hug her.

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For season 2, I used the first "me" point of view and hope you like it. Please give me the criticism and advice.

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