[ WP ] Your baby starts crying everytime you leave their room . Finally , you pick up your child and leave the room together . As soon as you step out , you hear crying coming from the room .

You have n't slept in the past 48 hours. Or so you've thought, you've since lost track. It's been three days since your world fell apart. Your baby has n't stopped crying ever since your wife left. 
 
 Your wife had left you 3 days before. You had feared she would lose it, ever since she had tentatively announced her pregnancy to you. It was bitter sweet. You had tried so long for a child. She had lost so many to miscarriages and had an abortion with a long ago boyfriend at a very young age. The lost babies had always haunted her, even though she would never admit it, you had known they did. 
 
 You were scared. She was your world. And how could you ever care for a baby alone. Through all your cuddling and attempts to feed and sooth your baby, it was all in vein. Every time you left her alone in her room she screamed all over again. She wanted her mother and you feared she knew what you would never admit, her mother was never coming back. 
 
 Your first inkling that something was wrong was a week ago. Just a few days after bringing her home, finally. It seemed like that hospital stay would never end, three months too long. You awoke to your daughter, in a fit of rage, starving, wanting a breast to suckle on. Your wife always awoke before you and had fed her the past few days, but today she had neglected her duties. As you carried your screaming child to find her you turned the corner to see her in a trance like state. Standing at the bay window with a thousand yard stare in her eye. 
 
 She was mumbling to herself `` Huff... I'm a failure... My milk is dry...'' 
 
 You are brought back into your hell that is a reality by the shrill screams of your daughter. As you struggle to hear the familiar tone of `` we're sorry the voice mail box you are trying to reach is full''... All full of messages of you pleading with your wife to come home. You had called the cops two days ago. Your fear of her never coming back was slowly becoming a reality. You went to grab your daughter. She was all you had left. 
 
 As you desend the stairs with her in your arms you hear the sharp screams of crying coming from her room. As you reach the last step... Your world slowly shifts... 
 
 Beep...... Beep... Beep... Beep.... 
 
 The crying slowly becomes sobs... Beep... Your eyes are blinded by a harsh light coming from above you. You are cold. As your eyes adjust you slowly make out your surroundings. The white sterile surroundings, remind you very much of the room your wife and daughter were in for there three month stay. As you scan the room the sobs suddenly are recognized. 
 
 Your sister is beside you. Her hand is in yours. Clutching it firmly. 
 
 You are drawn aback from the change in reality. Only a studder of `` wh... Whhhaaa?'' Escapes your mangled body. Your sister's face lets a slight wave of relief wash over her. As she confronts your question she is again overcome by anguish. 
 
 `` You... Never made it home three days ago'' she blurts out. Again over come by tears. 
 Beep... Beep... Beep... 
 `` The truck blew the light, they never had a chance''... The silence hung in the air... Beep... Beep... 
 
 As you slip back into the black abyss the sobs become that again of a child screaming.
