When Sinead felt safe enough to leave the bathroom, she crept out, then got back into her bed, curling up and sobbing. She hated everything, and she hated everyone. She hated her father, her mother, Alexander, Sterling.... anyone she had ever known, she hated them all. She never wanted to be hurt again, and she was tired of the life she had been forced to live. Nothing was right, everything was wrong. She then silenced herself when one of the doctors came in with a few papers. "Miss Whelan... in light of the circumstances... we really need to have a discussion about what's going to happen in the next few hours. You see... you were-- technically still are-- pregnant, and--"
"I know that. I've known for some time. Give me the worse news now, doctor."
"Well... due to the beatings and malnutrition you've gone through... there's no heartbeat. We're going to have to..."
"Abort it. Fine. Get rid of it. I hate it. I don't want it. I never wanted it. It means nothing to me."
She hated her father more and more each second.