Will I Be In This World?

INTERACTING STORY!: He left me all alone, alone with this. A child with out a father and only a mother. Who else could have done this?

What will it be like tomorrow? Tuesday? This Friday? In a month, a year, a decade? What will it all be like? This world...It's...

 

"It's beautiful..." the voice inside my head whispers, "...Will I be in it...?"

Night wind kissed my cheeks softly, and passed on by.  I raised my brown orbs to the midnight sky, and stared.  The moon looked like a pearl, shinning too brightly but, pleasantly.  I sighed, and lowered my eyes.  "Where are you..."

I stared into the cup of steaming tea at the reflection of a poor child.  Her eyebrows were turned up in hurt, her eyes were slowly flooding with tears, and her face was tenting red.  I placed my head on my arms, and started sobbing, queasing inhales and exhales churning my stomach.

 

"Where are you?" my mind wailed sadly, "Where...."

My head snapped up, a hand clamping over my mouth.  The mug of tea shattered upon the balcony, it's contents spilling over the edge and through the cracks of the wood.

 

I rushed inside, letting dinner into the toilet violently.  I coughed, slipping to the floor, my head on the seat.  "Where...are you?" 

I had evening sickness.

Author's Note

This is an interacting story!! Anyone can add on!! (Ps. This IS fiction.)