I couldn't stop gnawing on my chipped nails, I got here an hour earlier so I wouldn't miss them. The restaurant on sunset avenue was slighter crowded for a Friday night than I anticipated. I strived at the thought of looking at my reflection in the gold rim mirror across from me. I couldn't recognise the girl in the mirror anymore— my hair was in desperate need of a wash, my eyes were puffy and red from carrying all week. The dark circles around my eyes grew daily. The only thing that made me look slightly human was my on sun dressed that I pulled out from my closet. It was the only thing that could fit me anyways, my pregnancy made me two sizes up.
Being back here in LA brought back the reasons I left. The house was still there, my room was still there, my clothes and my pictures. The only thing missing was my family, the only one I had left. The one he took away from me. He took the only thing that mattered to me, my baby. My Amelia.