so all, i think i am gonna write a little more today. i have no clue about what, but here goes:

  So cold, she couldn’t seem to get her breath. It wasn’t supposed to be this way; Painful, yes, but not so agonizingly scary. Her vision reduced to a small circle, and she was so tired. She screamed, and then, it was over, the lingering pain quickly faded and she heard, for the first time, the amazing voice of her eldest daughter,Gwen. Oh the lungs on that girl, but then the pain came, sharp and unrelenting. Then another, it was happening again, but it couldn’t be, she only had one child, why was she having another? It started again, and again she screamed for 6 hours straight, and the wonderful rush of relief of the end. She heard the faint crying, but her ears were so deaf from her own screaming, she could hardly hear them say it was another girl, Shanna. Then to the surprise of all, the pain came, a third, more agonizing time. It felt like her head was going to explode; she couldn’t take it anymore, why was this happening? Three?! Oh god, three? She wanted to die; there was no one to help her, no one to save her from her inner pain. This time, when the relief came, there was no clarity of the mind in it. Her vision stayed foggy, her ears began to ring, and then, nothing. Darkness surrounded her, and a cold fear washed over her. She only came to once during her illness, she saw her wonderful little girls, so small, so frail. One had honey brown hair, the other a dark ebony, and the last had flaming red hair, more beautiful than any gem she had seen. All three of them, hers, all so wonderfully small, curled up in her arms. a As it turns out, she had lost so much blood with giving birth that she no longer had any strength to go on. 3 days later, she died in her sleep without ever naming her youngest daughter, but everyone knew what she wanted to name her, Ariana.

so, there it is, the beginning to me story. hope ya like.