Most of you are aware that I have published a novel entitled “The One That Got Away”. I want to make a side note here that I published this book before Katie Perry’s song of the same title was released, but weirdly enough, the subject matter for both is along the same lines. Must mean something, right?
Anyway, I have decided that on Mondays I will post consecutive chapters of my novel here so that you can get a good bite of it. I hope you enjoy and come back for more. If you would like to write a review for my book on amazon, I would be happy to provide you with a complete copy at no charge. Without further ado, here is Chapter One of “The One That Got Away”:
Did I ever tell you that I thought you were dead when you were born? I really don’t think that we ever got into that sort of conversation. Your birth was rather surreal to me. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to and they did give me something to calm me down because I was in a full blown panic when the contractions got intense. I think you would agree that this reaction seems quite out of character for me. I really don’t ever remember being in any sort of panic about anything before this incident. You know I’ve had to deal with crisis situations, but I’ve always been able to approach them with a certain detachment. I have thought this very clever and superior of me to be able to do that. So, I was quite surprised at myself when I experienced this burbling, spine tingling, overpowering surge of panic rising from some deep place within me. The initial rush choked me and my ears buzzed violently. A single thought kept searing my mind over and over: “My baby is dead.” I believed that I was merely thinking this gloomy thought, but apparently, I was screaming it. At this point it seemed that every nurse and doctor and any other available person had their hands on me trying to get me to lie down. Some voices were firm, others were kind but I couldn’t distinguish much of the murmurings because of the incessant buzzing. I do remember someone asking about your father. I believe you know that he was out of town on business. You took us all unawares as you were three and a half weeks early. I also remember my doctor asking for some sort of medication for me. And whispers that my baby was fine. I could not believe them. I struggled and wailed frantically and begged them to save my baby. When the sedative began slipping into my bloodstream the vision began. At first, the edges of my sight were studded with fuzzy, gray spots. I tried to blink them out of the way, but this merely changed their location. Then the people in the room began to blur and ooze some sort of colorful mist. Not all of the colors were the same. I was no longer panicking. I was frozen with fascination. I did not dare blink. I felt warm. And then hot. And then terribly hot. The acrid smell of blood and birth filled my nostrils. And dirt and sweat. I was slick with sweat. I couldn’t see anyone anymore. It was so dark. I could sense movement, that I was not alone. I couldn’t see…. Then I realized that there was dim candlelight. Candlelight?
“Ralf,” I heard myself whisper. My mouth was so dry. My spit stuck to my tongue like wallpaper paste.
“No, dear, not yet,” a vague female voice answered. “Soon.”
I felt reassured from her kind voice. She knew what she was doing. I would see Ralf soon and I would tell him how things would be different. How I wanted this baby. His baby. That I was determined to be a good mother. That I would not be selfish. That I loved him so desperately, like he loved me and the baby too and….
A hard, agonizing contraction grappled my body. I knew to push. I pushed hard. To see my baby. To love the baby like I loved Ralf, like Ralf loved me….
I heard the woman cry out. I heard her whisper something to someone else in the room. Her voice caught. Dear God. Something was wrong. My baby. Something…… She was holding the baby. Bloody. Still. Why didn’t she clean him? Why didn’t she wrap him? My nose burned with the smell. I felt vomit rise into my throat. My baby. I looked at the woman’s face. Her face was pinched. Her eyes sparkled with tears that were about to fall. She was holding my baby. Still. No breath. I started screaming. It was my fault. Ralf jerked the door open.
My shrieks abruptly halted. My eyes caressed his disheveled sandy hair in the candlelight. His wolfish gray eyes were dark with concern and fear. His slender jaw was tight with worry.
“Roese,” he choked.
I drank his presence with great thirst. It was so hard to speak.
“Ralf, please forgive me.” I barely breathed the words.
Sudden, stark brightness. I was numb everywhere. And very detached. I watched as the doctor cut your umbilical cord. You looked blue to me. Your eyes were closed. You were still. You were dead. But then you slowly arched your back and wriggled slightly. I gasped and began to cry with jagged gulps. You were not dead. You were alive! The relief was overpowering. The doctor gave you to me. A nurse was trying to hand me the phone to speak to your father. Other hospital staff bustled about importantly. I shook off the lingering dread that hung on me like a damp cloak and concentrated on holding you close. But Roese still hovered in the fringes of my mind.
Comments on: "Chapter 1 this week, Chapter 2 next week…" (16)
great opening chapt. makes folks want more!
Thank you Andy! And thank you again for your wonderful review 🙂
Your writing is just awesome! I see movies in your future:)
Ooh Rachel! What a wonderful thing to say! 🙂 Thanks! xo
WOW! This really got me hooked! Great writing!
Thank you so much Connie!
OMG! Powerful emotions!
Thanks for your exclamations Lynn 🙂
In another life
I would make you stay
So i dont have to say
You were the one to write the one that got away
Hi Ed 🙂 Singing? Keep in mind this is a story from my imagination and my love of history.
I read it and I liked it. Great job!
Thank you so much Keith!
You can always have the song as your theme tune once your book is made into a film, I’m sure Katy P won’t mind! I enjoyed reading this chapter from the book, it is well written and very detailed. Look forward to reading the next chapter.
Thank you Debbie! Of course I would love to see this as a film. When I was writing it I felt like I was watching a movie in my head and writing down what I was seeing.
Beautifully described – felt every pain, twinge and the relief at the end. Looking forward to reading Chapter 2.
Thank you so much! I’m so glad you are enjoying it.